Every time I hear Pat Matheny's guitar my heart beats fast. It was the top song on my favorite radio show of my adolescence. By listening to the radio I could forget about the tough competition at school. It also helped me develop my cultural taste. The radio was a dear friend of my adolescence and cheered me up. Adolescence is considered a golden period. However, during the “golden” period, we were ironically full of stress. We had to face callous competition and learn to survive in a society. Once a month, the classroom was filled with a heavy atmosphere as the teacher rearranged our seats in voting order. The students sitting in the front row could not hide the feeling of superiority on their faces. Otherwise the students sitting in the back row looked very depressed because it was the scarlet letter for students with low grades. Not even a short break was allowed. Every moment I did something irrelevant with my studies I felt guilty. I couldn't even watch TV and relax lying in bed. I started turning on the radio while studying. Listening to the radio allowed me to study and feel joy at the same time. It broke the midnight loneliness, refreshed me when I woke up, and helped me stay seated at my desk. When I turned on the radio, I started to sink into the program called “Music City”. It started at midnight and ended at 2am. I couldn't help but listen to the program until it ended, and I started going to sleep more than 2 am under the illusion of studying until late at night. The result was obvious. I dozed off every day during class. Even during the break I never woke up. However I couldn't stop listening to it. It was the only hobby I could have... middle of paper... people go through hard times, bad things happened because of the person's bad luck. However, sharing daily stories made me feel that difficult times happen to everyone. In daily life there are always ups and downs. When I feel that things are not easy for me, I can find the courage to carry on by watching the radio. During my adolescence I laughed and cried with the radio. But the end had come. The radio program ended after three years of broadcast. DJ's voice trembled with pain. The next day my eyes were swollen from crying. I still remember the feeling of relief when I listened to the DJ's sweet voice, the music and the stories of other listeners. Listening to the radio was an unforgettable memory and spiritual nourishment. The radio was a warm supporter for a girl in puberty who was cynical in everything. It was my little piece of heaven in competitive school life.