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[happilymelan]

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[newstech38]

산업안전기사 필기 건설안전기술 완벽 정복! 필수 요약집으로 합격 가능성 UP! | 시험 준비, 기출문제, 요약 노트

산업안전기사 필기 건설안전기술 완벽 정복! 필수 요약집으로 합격 가능성 UP! | 시험 준비, 기출문제, 요약 노트 산업안전기사 시험, 건설안전 기술 파트 때문에 막막하신가요? 걱정하지 마세요! 이제 필수 요약집과 함께 단날짜에 효율적으로 건설안전 기술을 정복할 수 있습니다. 본 요약집은 최신 출제 경향을 반영하여 핵심 내용을 압축하고, 이해하기 쉬운 설명과 함께 풍부한 그림을 알려알려드리겠습니다. 또한, 기출문제 분석을 통해 빈출 유형을 파악하고, 실전 문제 풀이 연습을 위한 예제 문제까지 알려드려 합격 가능성을 높여제공합니다. 무작정 이론만 암기하기보다, 핵심 개념을 중심으로 체계적인 학습을 할 수 있도록 구성되어 있으며, 시간 부족에 시달리는 수험생도 효율적인 학습이 가능하도록 돕습니다. 지금 바로…

[princessantisocial]

🍓{ 러브러브 ෆ˃̶͈̑.˂̶͈̑ෆ 시리즈 무지 노트 4종 }🍓

[snowithv]

𝐦𝐢𝐦𝐢 ’ 계절

mo ─── chi ( ✿. ) 박지민 🥛

meaning of poetry: ♥︎박지민

exhibitions, 달콤한❀노트 𖬺͟ jimin

be mine 영원히♡ minie 🐈

𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧’ 𝐬 ✿ ( 정원 ) flores de várias espécies e aromas doces, feito pinceladas delicadas que tornam uma obra rara.

𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐞 [ .. ] 편지&♥︎

nas cartas que faço para você,

entrego meu coração nas páginas.

촬영❀ ─── colhendo magnólias no frescor da primavera acompanhada da sua doce voz em tons melódicos, meu amável mimi.

[s-eokie]

&. ／ ✿︎,

노트   ☆ 🗒 ๑ 𝖮𝖮 : 𝖮𝖮

𝗓𝖹𝗓 🐑 ⎯⎯ &. ♥︎

♡ 𓂃 🥛 ᐢ..ᐢ

⍝. 🎬 ִֶָ ꒰ 영화. ꒱

⠀ ⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀ 우편, ⠀⠀⠀⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ 𝖡𝖨𝖮𝖲

𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗅 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗋 𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗃𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝖿 𝗇𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗋𝗒.

⠀ ⠀⠀

s͟ō͟f͟t͟ 🪽 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾, 𝑴𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗂.

𝒊. 𝖼𝖺𝗍𝗌 𝒊𝒊. 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗌 𝒊𝒊𝒊. 윤기

𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗈 나의 𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗳��𝘆 ♡︬. 사랑

( 𝐖. ) ⎯⎯ 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋, 많이 사랑해요.

p͟i͟c͟n͟i͟c͟ 日 🗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎, リア.

𝚖𝚒𝚢𝚎𝚘𝚗 &. ☕️ 사이 ⎯⎯ 렌

𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮̄𝐫, &. ♥︎ 𝓢 -𝖾𝗈𝗄𝗂𝖾.

[hoonvinx]

Beneath the cold, he found you.

The biggest and richest CEO in Seoul. Widely known for his cold demeanor., but the ice starts to melt when he meets a ray of sunshine like you..

(사장) ° ceo!jay x afab!r WC:3287 | smut, suggestive| Cautions: Unprotected sex(Don't do it girly), Fingering, Pet names.

(저자 노트) ° The ending was rushed don't come for me <-

"Fuck Princess, I can get into so much trouble"

You could feel the weight of your new role pressing down on you as you stepped into the towering skyscraper of Park Industries. The air in the lobby was as cold as the sleek marble floors, and the employees rushing by moved with military precision. This was a far cry from your last job—a small, cozy firm where your coworkers baked cookies for the office on Fridays.

But you weren’t going to let the intimidating atmosphere get to you. You adjusted your blazer, squared your shoulders, and plastered on your brightest smile.

"Fake it 'til you make it," you murmured under your breath.

The elevator ride to the executive floor felt like an eternity. The moment the doors slid open, you were ushered into a boardroom where a man sat at the head of the table. Jong-Seong Park, the CEO.

You’d read plenty about him during your onboarding. The prodigy who had taken the company to new heights. Ruthless, efficient, and brilliant, they called him. But none of the photos or articles had prepared you for the reality of him.

His sharp jawline, neatly combed dark hair, and piercing eyes were the stuff of magazine covers, but his expression? Pure frost.

“You’re late,” he said, his tone clipped and disinterested, barely glancing up from his laptop.

You checked your watch instinctively, even though you knew you were ten minutes early. “I—uh—actually, I’m not—”

He didn’t let you finish. “Being on time means being ready before you step into the room. If this is the level of professionalism you plan to bring, I suggest you rethink your place here.”

Your stomach sank, but you forced your smile to stay in place. “Thank you for the feedback, Mr. Park. I’ll make sure to be... earlier next time.”

That made him look up. For a brief moment, his cold eyes met yours, and you swore you saw a flicker of surprise—maybe even amusement—before his face turned back to stone.

“Go on now” he said, his voice a blade that cut through the air.

You left the boardroom with your head held high, even as you replayed his words in your mind. This wasn’t going to be easy, but you were determined. You’d worked too hard to get here.

By the time you reached your assigned office, a small but modern space tucked into a corner of the floor, you had already formed a plan. You weren’t going to let Mr. Park—or anyone else—diminish your confidence.

Sitting down at your desk, you opened your laptop and began familiarizing yourself with the projects you’d be tackling. The more you read, the more your nerves settled. This was your territory—hard work, strategy, and resilience.

Hours flew by, and soon the sun began setting, casting a golden glow over the skyscrapers outside your window. You were so absorbed in your work that you didn’t notice someone standing at your door until they cleared their throat.

Looking up, you were surprised to see Mr. Park himself. He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, his expression unreadable.

“You’re still here,” he said, his tone devoid of the icy edge it held earlier.

“I figured I’d get a head start,” you replied, keeping your tone light but professional. “There’s a lot to catch up on.”

His eyes flicked to your desk, where neatly organized folders and notes displayed your progress. He nodded slightly, a movement so subtle you almost missed it.

“Good,” he said. “We don’t have room for mediocrity here.”

“Don’t worry, Mr. Park,” you replied with a faint smile. “Mediocrity isn’t in my vocabulary.”

For a second, his lips quirked, almost forming a smile, but it disappeared as quickly as it came. “Keep it that way,” he said, turning to leave.

But before he walked away, he paused and glanced over his shoulder. “Next time, you might want to take a break. Burnout doesn’t help anyone.”

You blinked, caught off guard by the unexpected advice. “I’ll keep that in mind,” you said softly.

After that you went home for the night, packing your stuff and organizing. You were happy that your first day went okay, but still puzzled about Mr. Park.

The next morning, you woke up determined to make an impression—not just through your work, but also through your presence. You decided to ditch the overly modest attire and opted for something that showcased your confidence. Your outfit was sharp, professional, yet undeniably alluring: a fitted blouse that hinted at your curves and a pencil skirt that hugged you in all the right places. It wasn’t over the top, but it was enough to make anyone take notice.

When you walked into the office, heads turned. And so did Mr. Park’s.

He was in the middle of a conversation with a colleague, but as you strode past, his gaze flickered to you—and lingered. His usually stoic expression faltered for a moment, his jaw tightening as he forced his eyes back to his conversation partner. You pretended not to notice, greeting everyone with a polite nod and a soft smile as you made your way to your desk.

The day started smoothly, but it didn’t take long for Mr. Park to assert his presence. By mid-morning, he called you into his office. His tone was clipped, colder than it had been the day before.

“I need you to take over the client presentation for Friday,” he said without preamble, sliding a thick folder across his desk. “And I expect the marketing strategy outline revised by the end of the day. The current draft is unacceptable.”

You blinked, barely hiding your surprise. “Both by today?”

“Is there a problem?” he asked, raising a brow. His expression was unreadable, but there was a tension in his posture you hadn’t seen before.

“No, Mr. Park,” you replied, keeping your tone steady. “I’ll handle it.”

“Good,” he said curtly. “You’re dismissed.”

The rest of the day was grueling. Between preparing for the presentation and reworking the marketing strategy, you barely had time to breathe. And yet, every time you glanced up, you caught Mr. Park stealing quick glances at you from across the office. His eyes betrayed a flicker of something—frustration, intrigue, or maybe both—but he never let it linger long enough for you to confront him.

By the time you finished your tasks and dropped the completed files on his desk, it was nearly 9 PM. Mr. Park was still in his office, his sleeves rolled up and his tie loosened. He looked up as you entered, his expression softening just a fraction.

“Here are the revisions and the presentation outline,” you said, your voice firm despite your exhaustion. “Let me know if there’s anything else.”

He took the files without a word, flipping through them quickly. When he finally looked up, there was something unreadable in his eyes.

“You’ve done well,” he admitted grudgingly. But then his voice dropped, softer, almost hesitant. “I wasn’t trying to punish you.”

You tilted your head, meeting his gaze. “Then what were you trying to do?”

For a moment, he seemed at a loss. His hand moved to rub the back of his neck, a rare crack in his composed demeanor. “You…distract people,” he said finally, his voice low and measured. “Including me. And that’s a problem.”

Your lips curved into a faint smile. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

He sighed, his usual coolness returning. “Get some rest. And try not to make a habit of turning the office into a runway.”

As you turned to leave, you couldn’t help but glance back at him. His eyes were on you again, and this time, he didn’t look away. Something told you this dynamic was far from over.

You arrived at the office feeling the weight of Mr. Park’s words. His subtle warning from the night before had stayed with you, yet you couldn't ignore the flicker of intrigue that had passed between you two. You kept your outfit professional again, but the faintest touch of allure lingered in your style—just enough to keep his gaze wandering.

The day went by in a blur, with meetings, deadlines, and the constant undercurrent of Mr. Park’s presence looming in the background. By the time the clock struck 6 PM, most of the office had started packing up for the night. That’s when your phone rang.

“Miss Y/L/N, my office,” his voice crackled through the receiver, clipped yet calm.

You sighed, gathering your notebook and heading to his office. His door was slightly ajar, and you could see him seated at his desk, reviewing some documents. He looked every bit the composed executive—except for the faint furrow in his brow and the loosened tie around his neck.

“You called for me?” you asked, stepping inside.

He gestured to the chair in front of his desk. “Close the door.”

You obeyed, your pulse quickening.

“I wanted to go over your revisions in more detail,” he said, his tone businesslike, though there was a sharpness in his gaze that told you there was more to this meeting than work. “Sit.”

You took a seat, your notebook poised on your lap. He flipped through the folder you’d delivered the night before, his eyes scanning the pages.

“These revisions are thorough,” he said after a long pause. “Better than I expected. But I need to understand how you approach this level of detail. Talk me through it.”

It wasn’t an unusual request, but the intensity with which he watched you unnerved you. As you began explaining your process, his eyes never left yours.

When you finished, he leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable. “You’re impressive, Miss Y/N. More than I anticipated when I hired you.”

“Thank you,” you replied cautiously.

“But,” he continued, his voice dropping, “you also complicate things.”

You blinked, unsure how to respond.

He stood and moved to the front of the desk, leaning against it. “You’re talented. Dedicated. And you know how to command attention, whether you intend to or not.”

“I thought you valued that in an employee,” you said, your tone light but probing.

His lips curved into a faint, almost reluctant smile. “I do. But it’s distracting. For me.”

The admission hung in the air, thick and heavy.

“I don’t mean to distract you, Mr. Park,” you said, standing to meet his gaze head-on.

“Don’t you?” he countered, his voice low, almost teasing.

The tension crackled between you, and for a moment, neither of you spoke. Then, he straightened, his professional demeanor slipping back into place like a mask.

“I need you to stay late tonight,” he said, turning back to his desk. “There’s a project I need your input on. Something confidential.”

Your breath caught. “Confidential?”

He looked at you, his gaze steady. “Yes. I trust you’ll handle it discreetly.”

“Of course,” you said, though your heart was pounding.

~

The office was eerily quiet as the hours dragged on. You and Mr. Park worked side by side in his office, reviewing documents and brainstorming strategies. But the tension between you was impossible to ignore.

Around 10 PM, he closed his laptop and leaned back in his chair, watching you as you finished typing a few notes.

“You’ve been working hard,” he said, his voice softer now.

“So have you,” you replied, glancing at him.

He smirked faintly. “That’s different. I’m the boss. It’s expected.”

You tilted your head, meeting his gaze. “And what about me? What’s expected of me?”

He stood, walking around the desk until he was standing next to your chair. His presence was overwhelming, but you refused to look away.

"Excellence,” he said softly. “And professionalism. Though you seem to excel at both… along with making things more complicated than they should be.”

“Is that so?” you asked, your voice steady despite the racing of your heart.

He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, his hand brushed against the back of your chair, the faintest hint of hesitation in his movements.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, Miss Y/N,” he murmured. “Do you know that?”

You looked up at him, your lips curving into a faint smile. “Maybe. But I think you are too, Mr. Park.”

For a moment, the air between you seemed to still. Then, his hand moved to cup your chin, tilting your face up to meet his.

“This stays between us,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Agreed,” you replied.

And with that, he leaned down, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was equal parts hesitant and demanding—a release of all the tension that had been building between you since the moment you walked into his office.

His kiss gets hungrier as it goes on, his hand slides down your curves feeling every part. He then slams you down on his desk. He pulls away from the kiss a sting of saliva connecting.

"Fuck Princess, I can get into so much trouble"

"I love taking risks Mr. Park"

"Darling, Call me Jay."

His hand wraps around your neck possessively, your hands land on his hips as he grinds against you. He groans. A sound you thought you never hear.

His hand goes under your skirt,teasing your folds through your panties. Jay pulls down your skirt for more access. He pulls down your underwear to your ankles. His hand teasing your folds.

"Fuck. Your pretty little cunt already so wet."

You flinch at his touch, without warning he slides 2 fingers in. Pumping it in and out. His hands still on your neck as he fingers you.

"Beg me to let you come princess"

"Please.. Jay-let me come.."

Jay grins. Curving his fingers in the right spot. Moans film the room. His fingers are fully disappearing in you. He hits the spot. Making you moan into his lips as he kisses you.

"Jay.. I need it badly"

"Need what sweetheart? Use your words." He says coldly.

"Your cock.."

Jay laughs. He sits you up to face him.

"Such a needy little thing.." He turns you around your ass facing him.

He positions his fingers around your neck again. Undoing his belt. He replaced his fingers with the belt. Choking you. He must get off torturing you, because his grin gets wider and wider.

He unzips his pants, his boxers peeking through. Finally he pulls down his boxers. He wastes no time, he slides his cock in you. Making you moan, your eyes close shut, saliva dripping.

He slams into you, not giving any fucks.

"Fuck darling, I'm close."

Jays eyes glue shut. His pace stops. He fills you up. Everything was a blur after that.You think Jay's cock knocked you out.

You wake up in your bed at home, in your nightwear. You grab your phone noticing a messages from Mr.Park.

"You did great baby, let's do it again some time."

[bluriki]

christmas special one ❄ snowy nights ﹫ lhs

ꪆৎ — on a snowy night with you, heeseung decides to confess how much love he has for you ; pair best friend!heeseung x fem!reader ; genre fluff , f2l

your heart beats uncontrollably. being this close to heeseung shouldn't make you feel this nervous but it does. he shouldn't make you feel like your floating on clouds but he does. he makes you feel all things best friends shouldn't make you feel.

1 ) helps you bring in groceries , you're hearts a fluttering mess 2 ) says the most random joke , you're laughing genuinely 3 ) he's staring at you , fire is on your cheeks

so now, you're in each others arms, slow dancing in the snow. it was heeseungs idea, saying it would be so fun to play and dance in the snow. the sun had gone down but the snowflakes were still falling.

soft music was playing from heeseung's phone as you swayed back and forth. you accidentally stepped on his foot causing him to groan. "sorry! i-i'm not good at dancing." you apologized quickly, feeling embarrassed.

"it's okay." you looked up with a smile on your face but the smile got wiped right off when you realized how close you really were to heeseung. his eyes never left yours as he held you close.

"you're really pretty." he whispered softly. your heart pounded in your chest. so hard you though it was gonna come out. but of course you tried playing it cool. "thanks but i already knew that."

heeseung snickered. "did you?" you nodded, trying to mask all the emotions that are flying around in your heart. "did you know you're loved?" you tilted your head in confusion. loved? well yeah, you know you were loved but what was he getting too?

"did you know i love you?" heeseung whispered as if he just wanted you to hear. your heart pounded once again, but this time you were sure he heard it.

"did you know how much i've dreamt of being by your side all day, everyday? did you know that i wanted to put a mistletoe on my door frame so when you come over i could steal a peck? you're lucky sunghoon convinced me not to."

"did you know why i arranged to dance with you while it snow? answer is because im romantic —"

he winked causing you to blush.

"but it's also because i love you. literally more than anyone could imagine. more than sunghoon could imagine and believe me he hears about it all the time. sometimes at 3 am. but that's because you're on my mind every single day, hour, minute, second. i love you so much it hurts that i cant confess to you, but it looks like it just did."

you were speechless. you didn't know what to say. it was like he read your mind because you had felt everything he felt. possibly even more.

"i love you too." you whispered. your mind was a mess. no words could really describe you how your felt this very moment, but one thing was for sure, you love heeseung too.

"i really do." you add on. you were still in his arms, looking as fragile as ever. so many things you wanted to say but only three words could really describe how your felt. "i love you."

heeseungs smiled. his eyes sparkled in the night as you told him you felt the same. your confession wasnt as great at his but it was perfect to him. more perfect than he could ever imagine.

"you know, i ran this scene through my mindso many times but it's way better than i thought."

you giggle and lean closer to his chest. "i'm glad you confessed first." he smiled and held you closer. the chill of the night fell in and it was time to go home.

"do me a favor and put that mistletoe up when you get home." you whispered against his shoulder. heeseung laughed, kissing your cheek softly.

🎬 노트 && . special thanks to yena ( @in2fly ) for giving me this idea when i was stuck!! i love you saur much!!

🧷 perm tl && . send ask or comment to be added

📋 series tl && . @in2fly @reader69sviewpoint @nhularin

[blueprint-9376]

12.10.2024 [🙂‍↔️]

🎐: 독서 노트 정리하는 날/ A day to organize reading notes

[nahyeyeon]

북리뷰 : 음의 방정식

오팬무 회사 출근 안하는 날은 집에서 오팬무는 無로 지낼 때도 있지만 예상치 못한 자극 때문에 젖을 때를 대비해 팬티 라이너를 하려면 팬티를 입을 때도 있어요. 외출할 때는 작고 타이트하고 이쁜 팬티를 골라입는다면 집에 있을 때는 밋밋한 패턴의 기본 팬티를 입어요. SHEIN 같은 데서 가성비 좋은 티팬티 산 것 중에는 기대만큼 쫀쫀하지 않아 평소에 거의 선택받지 못하는 애들이 있거든요. 저혼자 편하게 입을 때는 평소에 소외되었던 애들 챙겨주는 편.

[음의 방정식], 미야베 미유키 著

주말에 원래 리뷰하려던 책은 제가 2권을 사서 소추본부장님께 한 권 드리고 저도 읽으려고 했던 [무엇이 임원의 성패를 결정하는가] 라는 책인데요. 승진 축하로 펠라 봉사 같은 거 하는 거는 스페셜한 느낌이 없어서 같은 책을 읽고 얘기해 보려고 선물했었어요. 실제로 임원이 되서 경험하는 세계와 책에서 얘기하는 것이 얼마나 차이가 있는지도 궁금했거든요. 친오빠는 글로벌 거대기업의 연구임원이지만 그쪽은 커리어 패쓰가 완전히 달라서 얘기를 들어도 이해를 못할 것 같았고.. 바로 옆에서 보고듣는 생생한 현실의 이면이 더 궁금했거든요.

근데 이 책은 리뷰를 쓰기에는 적절하지 않은 일종의 매뉴얼 같은 것이라 둘만의 독토용으로 두는 게 나을 것 같아요.

대신에 전에 사두고 안 읽었던 미미 여사의 [음의 방정식]이라는 소설을 골랐습니다. 130여 페이지의 짧은 소설이어서 완독하는데 1시간 정도 걸린 듯 하네요. 읽기 시작하면 앉은 자리에서 독파할 수 있을 만큼 빠르게 넘어갑니다. 대신 일본 이름의 등장인물들이 많이 등장해서 아예 노트 한 페이지에 인물 관계도를 적어가며 읽었는데요. 지금 세어보니 딱 20명의 이름이 적혀 있군요.

사건은 사립 중학교 3학년 교실에서 발생합니다. "피난소 생활 체험 캠프"라는 이벤트로 하룻밤 교실바닥에서 자면서 비상시 상황을 시뮬레이션하는 체험 프로그램을 시행합니다. 자정 무렵 한 학생이 무단 이탈하는 사건이 발생하고, 그 원인에 대해 담임교사와 학생들의 주장이 완전히 다릅니다. 어느 한 쪽은 분명히 거짓말을 하고 있는 상황인데요. 학교 측은 일단 교사를 정직 처분하고 적당한 선에서 덮어버리려는 태도를 보입니다. 참가했던 학생 중의 한 명의 아버지로부터 조사 의뢰를 받은 남자 탐정이 주��공이고, 해당 교사의 의뢰를 받은 여자 변호��가 조연 정도가 되겠네요.

짧은 소설이어서 그런지 주인공이나 조연의 개성이 선명하게 들어나지 않아 호불호나 매력을 느낄 공간이 부족합니다. 탐정이 여기저기 탐문하러 다니는 과정에서 사건의 진실의 퍼즐 조각들이 슬슬 맞춰져 가는 것을 따라가는 재미가 있고요. 결말은 다소 반전이 있긴 하지만 무릎을 탁 치게 하는 신박한 면이 있는 건 아니에요.

본문 안에서 "음의 방정식"에 대한 주인공 탐정의 생각이 나옵니다. "음의 방정식이라고 나는 생각했다. 선생과 학생, 가르치는 쪽과 배우는 쪽, 이끄는 쪽과 따르는 쪽, 억압하는 쪽과 억압받는 쪽의 조합부터 잘못되었고, 그러니 어떤 숫자를 넣어도 마이너스 답만 나온다."

한가한 시간에 time killing용으로 소비하기엔 나쁘지 않은.. 그렇다고 오래 기억될 인상깊은 작품은 아니었다는 정도로 리뷰해 둘께요.

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‘WALK THE LINE’ 공식 굿즈 아이디어 노트

🦊 XO(Only If You Say Yes) 뮤직비디오 속 등장하는 소품을 활용한 키링

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작년 노트 찾았는대 개재밌다🕺

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문동균 한국사 200% 강의, 판서 노트 활용법으로 완벽 마스터! | 시험 합격을 위한 핵심 전략

문동균 한국사 200% 강의, 판서 노트 활용법으로 완벽 마스터! | 시험 합격을 위한 핵심 전략 문동균 선생님의 한국사 200% 강의는 압도적인 내용 전달력과 흥미로운 강의 방식으로 많은 수험생들에게 사랑받고 있습니다. 특히, 판서 노트는 시험에 나오는 핵심 내용을 한눈에 정리해 볼 수 있어 많은 학습 효과를 가져다줍니다. 하지만, 단순히 판서 노트를 베껴 쓰는 것만으로는 충분하지 않습니다. 효과적인 학습을 위해서는 판서 노트 활용법을 제대로 이해하고 적용해야 합니다. 이 글에서는 문동균 한국사 200% 강의 판서 노트를 활용하여 시험에 완벽하게 대비하는 핵심 전략을 알려제공합니다. 본 글에서는 판서 노트 활용법, 암기 전략, 문제 풀이 연습 등 시험 합격을 위한 구체적인 방법들을 제시합니다.…

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왠지 모르겠지만 영화관을 다니던 기억은 추운 겨울 뿐이다.

멋부리겠다며 코트를 입고 목도리를 두른 후 책과 노트, 필통이 들어 있는 에코백을 메고 다니던 영화관. 상영 전 건물 앞에서 바람이 매섭게 불어 잘 켜지지 않는 라이터를 틱틱 대며 겨우 불을 붙인 후 피운 담배. 손이 꽁꽁 얼어도 기어코 마시는 아이스 아메리카노. 상영 후 건물 밖에서 보고 나온 영화를 복기하며 다시 피우는 담배.

알 수 없지만 여름의 영화관은 잘 기억나지 않는다.

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소크라테스하고 아침 데이트.

1시 노트 쓰고 읽었어요.

피곤해요....

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꒰ 🌸 ꒱ ノート. 𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗁î𝗏𝖾

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