BC Seal Boston College Magazine Winter 2003
current issue
features
prologue
Advancement
Q and A
Works and Days
Letters to the Editor
BCM Home
Archives
Contact BCM
Coming Events
.
The bad girl
A summer in happiness
 
.

You step off of the plane and realize that you truly are alone. No mother, no father to watch over you. Part of you is happy about that, but most of you is sad that they sent you far away because they say that you, at 15, are out of control. They keep repeating that you are only going away to work for the summer. They tell you that they love you and that they hope you come back a changed person. You nod, you pack, and you leave.

The Seoul air smells like sweat, and the bumping and grunting of the bus from the airport rocks you to sleep. An hour later you feel a rough tap on your shoulder. At first, you don’t remember that you’re in Korea, on your way to work in an orphanage run by nuns. You think you’re at home, that your mother is shaking you awake, so you slap the hand away. Then you snap to. Grabbing your bags, you give the man who woke you a dirty look. Hearing someone mutter about ungrateful teenagers, you make as much noise as you can and get off the bus as slowly as possible.

Inside the orphanage, you tell the first nun you see that you are the girl from America here to work for the summer. She nods and shows you to your room. As much as you hate being there, the room is not bad; it’s clean, at least, and there’s a little bathroom with a faucet on the wall and a drain on the floor so you can wash.

It’s a little bit cooler inside. The building’s gray halls are dimly lit. There are cutouts of flowers and smiling kids pasted everywhere on the walls, and through slightly open doors, you catch glimpses of children. But these aren’t normal children. They are slumped on floors, in wheelchairs, and in baby carriers. You think bitterly that the cheery cutouts don’t seem to be helping them any.

The next morning, a nun is at your door motioning you to follow her. You learn there are three sections to the orphanage, and they are named Love, Peace, and Happiness. She stops at Happiness, and tells you very softly to go in. So you do. Inside, there are so many children. None of them can walk or talk. But not all of them are children. There’s a grown man sitting in a wheelchair in the corner, and he is slapping his cheek and gnawing his hands.

Days pass, and you have a ritual. You get up at eight, go to Happiness, stay with the children all day, and at night, you walk down the long hallway back to your bedroom. You bathe under the faucet, wash your clothes with soap, and hang them up to dry next to your window. You sleep, tossing and turning in blankets on the cold cement floor. You dream of Love, Peace, and Happiness.

There is a little boy who is eight years old. His legs are not formed, so he skitters across the floor like a tadpole. This child has a way of wriggling into your heart. He tries to eat a sock, and you chastise him. But you can’t help the burst of laughter. You laugh and laugh, and the boy coos and giggles. A month passes by, and the walk from your room to Happiness becomes too long. You decide, instead, to lie with the children all night, staying with them while they cry and dream and sleep.

The man in the wheelchair is 23 years old. He is not really an orphan. His parents are two of the richest people in Korea. When they visit they speak not to you, but in your direction, as they say that they would take him home if he would only show a sign that he knew them. They are lying. Even you can see that when they come he stops slapping and gnawing on himself.

The time to leave hits you like a cement wall against your face. When the nuns tell you that they have called a taxi, that you don’t need to take the bus, you thank them and walk mechanically down the hallway to your room. You fold the blankets they provided on your first night. You gather your things, put on your backpack, and drag your suitcase to Happiness. You kiss all the children one by one, crying. You go down the stairs and out the door leaving Happiness behind, with all its blessings.

Gina Chung ’05

Gina Chung’s essay originally appeared in Fresh Ink, the publication of Boston College’s first-year writing seminar.

Top of page

.

.
Linden Lane
. . .
  »  Meal plan
     
  »  Field goals
     
  »  Measure for measure
     
  »  When it’s not nice to share
     
  »  Slammin
     
  » Pass time
     
  » Datafile
     
  » The bad girl
     
  » Tapped out
     
  » Take home
     
  » Tour guide
     
  » News briefs
     
.    
  » The First Year Writing Seminar
.    
  » Order Fresh Ink 2002 through the BC Bookstore


Alumni Home
BC Home

© Copyright 2003 The Trustees of Boston College