A. P. P. L. E. A spring breeze from the windows played through the classroom. I was in front of the blackboard. The teacher explained that the arbitrary arrangement of letters took on the meaning of “apple.” What a tremendous wonder to me! I envied the foreign letters because I had been feeling my life was meaningless. A brand-new uniform of junior high school. A loose-fitting shirt in anticipation of my growth period. I fell in love with English, my new friend. I traced the printed apple and tried to pronounce the sound well, like tasting a real apple.