쉐도잉 연습: Why It Sucks to Be a Nun (in Medieval Times) - 영상으로 영어 말하기 배우기

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You're born in 14th century England.

Your family lives in a house that smells of sweat, beer, and boiled cabbage.

Your father drinks more ale than he keeps food in the pantry,

and your mother works her hands raw trying to keep the children alive on prayers and scraps.

By the time you can walk, you already understand one thing.

Children cost money, and your family has none to spare.

By the time you turn five, you've already learned to scrub floors.

At seven, you help stir the cauldron while your mother mutters prayers that the porridge will stretch one more night.

At eight, your eldest sister marries and leaves with a dowry so small the groom jokes he must have angered God.

Your father curses their marriage for days.

And by nine, you stop expecting childhood to feel nice.

Your father now drinks more openly, muttering that daughters are curses disguised as babies.

He takes your brothers to the forest for a boy's hangout disguised as archery lessons, boasting about his days on the battlefield.

When he returns, he pats your cheek, calling you the pretty one.

It earns you extra chores, like don't go outside alone, don't speak to men.

You add that to your already long list of do's and don'ts.

A few years pass, and you turn 12.

Now you are so eye -catching that your father has given you a new name the death of me.

Every day, suitors line up, hoping to get your hand in marriage, with some even being your father's age.

Your father, too, would love to have one less mouth to feed, but in 14th century England, everybody is trying to survive.

And in your case, the suitors are trying to use marriage as an excuse to extort a significant dowry from your father.

Your father laughs and curses them out, obviously drunk.

They leave, but never for long.

Then one day, your father hears that the local convent is taking in new nuns.

The church visits, reminding him that the convent accepts girls as gifts to God, especially pious pretty ones.

Within a week, your father makes his choice.

The church promises him enough support for the winter, Enough support that he asks if they need more girls.

He signs your name on a parchment you never see.

The day you're taken, they shear your hair before a crowd.

You tear up as your locks fall to the dirt, like pieces of your life separating from you.

Women murmur blessings.

Men smirk while your mother cries silently in the crowd.

You're taken to the convent, and it looks peaceful from the outside white stone, a tidy courtyard, smoke curling from the kitchen chimney.

They give you sets of clothes called a habit.

Safe to say, it'll stick to you like a bad habit.

You expect a welcome of quiet prayers and gentle sisters, maybe even the warmth of shared faith.

Instead, the doors close behind you like a jail gate.

Your first morning in the convent begins with the bell at 4 a .m.

The sound cleaves your dreams in half.

A novice kicks your palate and whispers, Up.

If you're late, she'll make you kneel on salt.

You learn quickly who she is.

The abbess.

A woman carved from frost and scripture, who believes obedience grows only where comfort dies.

That same day, you scrub floors until your fingers bleed, cold stones sucking heat from your bones.

Meals are bowls of thin gruel.

Always cold, always too little.

You watch priests and seminarians across the courtyard eating warm bread, salted meat, winter pears.

One passes you as he blesses your labor, but never lifts a hand to help.

He calls it sacrifice.

You call it hunger.

In the abbey, the elder nuns enforce silence with zeal.

One pulls your ear until it tears, because you've breathed too loudly during prayer.

Another confiscates the extra crust a kitchen girl quietly handed you.

Gluttony, she scolds, even as her own robes bulge with stolen comforts.

The hierarchy becomes clear.

Abbas at the top, elder nuns below her, novices at the bottom.

And you beneath even them.

A charity offering from a drunken father.

A girl marked as trouble simply for arriving unwanted.

Your days soon blur into ritualized exhaustion.

Kneeling until your knees bruise purple.

Fasting until you see stars.

Scrubbing footprints you didn't leave.

Confessing sins you didn't commit.

One night, while lying on straw that smells of mold.

You whisper a question you don't dare ask aloud.

Is this God's will?

Or just human cruelty dressed in holy robes?

You don't know yet, but your body is already learning the answer.

Years pass, and you turn 15.

And just when you thought things couldn't get worse, a decree comes from Rome.

The abbess gathers everyone in the refectory to read the Pope's ruling.

Strict enclosure, the new law of Christendom.

Nuns are to be sealed from the world, to prevent temptation, to preserve purity, to protect the brides of Christ.

No leaving the convent, no touching the outside world, no family, no windows that open fully,

and no wandering in the orchard without permission.

The older nuns bow their heads in acceptance.

The younger ones look like candles snuffed out. And you?

You just feel something inside you wither.

In the nunnery, the air grows still.

Girls begin to whisper that other convents across Europe are rebelling, some trying to escape.

Then you hear the stories.

A nun in York, Joan of Leeds,

faked her death and made a dummy of her own body so she could flee to a man she loved.

Another nun ran off with her lover wearing his cloak.

Another stripped off her habit at the gate and vanished into the night.

Their stories spread like illicit scripture among the novices.

You meet one such rebel in the making.

Sister Eleanor, barely older than you.

Teeth always clenched from holding back tears.

She confesses that her family lied to get rid of her.

Her calling was forged by her brother to avoid splitting the inheritance.

She wants out.

Not for lust.

Not for sin.

Just for air.

You promise to help her.

The next night, you distract the porter while she slips out wearing a laywoman's gown smuggled from the laundry.

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You pray she makes it farther than the ones who were caught.

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She does.

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The next morning, the abbess calls you forward.

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She knows.

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They always know.

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They accuse you of aiding sin, corrupting holiness, endangering souls.

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Your punishment is public.

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Fasting, whipping, and kneeling on cold stone until your legs tremble.

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As the rod cracks your back, you think back to your actions and wonder if it was worth it.

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Not about helping Eleanor.

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You'd do that again in a heartbeat.

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Your question is to yourself.

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Was it worth it to stay for your father's sake?

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You know that if you had run, the coven won't keep their end of the deal anymore.

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So you look at the barred windows and realize, escape is a miracle.

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Survival is the punishment.

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Soon they decide whipping isn't enough.

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The abbess places a wooden scourge in your shaking hands and orders you to finish the punishment yourself.

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Strike until the sin leaves you, she says.

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You try once.

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Twice.

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But the sisters surrounding you chant harder.

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And soon the blows land without rhythm.

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Without breath.

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Without mercy.

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The leather cuts your shoulders.

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Then your arms.

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Then your thighs.

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Warm blood blooms through your habit, sticking cloth to skin.

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You collapse twice.

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They haul you upright.

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A penitent must stand, the abbess reminds you.

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By the time you fall for the last time, you no longer feel pain, just wringing emptiness.

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And in that hollow space, the truth finally breaks through.

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None of this is God.

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These are men's rules, men's punishments, men's invented sins.

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Your body is merely the altar on which they prove their authority.

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And as you think they'll haul you upright again, a priest arrives, robes rustling like a judge.

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You think he'll increase your penance.

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Instead, he kneels, lifts your chin, and murmurs that he will intercede on your behalf.

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He then pulls the abbess to the side as they whisper.

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You don't know what he says, but before long, the abbess stomps away.

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The priest looks at you and then smiles, telling you that everything has been settled.

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You are soon hauled off for your wounds to be treated.

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Fever, torn skin and bruised ribs keep you in the infirmary for weeks.

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It takes you a month to finally walk again.

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When you get out, you get a message that the priest wants to see you.

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So you go to his quarters in the rectory to thank him for his help.

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But when you see him, you have a feeling that your thanks isn't what he wants.

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He moves closer.

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You mutter an apology and move to leave.

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But he pins you to the wall, telling you he wants more.

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It is at this moment you realize that his mercy came with a price.

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You learn then, in this holy prison, salvation is just another word for possession.

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You resist at first, hands stiffen, head down.

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But he reminds you of your scars from punishment.

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So you freeze.

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And then you obey.

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One by one, your habit gets stripped away.

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You tell yourself that it's nothing, that it'll end.

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But a sharp jolt of pain makes you scream, and you just can't help counting every second as the act transpires.

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When he's done, you want to curse at him, but his glare makes your voice falter,

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so you just whimper that his action was against the church, and he says with conviction,

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I am the church, and assigns you to himself for counsel.

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The longer the priest keeps you under his guidance, the more you see the convent's true anatomy.

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Not a house of God, but a machine built on fear, money, and secrecy.

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While he summons you under the guise of spiritual correction, forcing obedience through threats and bruised warnings,

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the abbess's eyes toward you sharpens into open hostility.

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Not because she wishes to protect you, but because you have become a liability.

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A girl marked by a priest's interest threatens her control, her hierarchy, her delicate arrangement with the men who fund the convent.

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You learn quickly how power flows here.

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The abbess, who preaches piety in the mornings, negotiates land agreements in the afternoons, manipulating donations, leveraging noble families,

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and hiding debts behind layers of ritual.

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The same cloister that preaches enclosure opens its door wide when wealthy nobles arrive.

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They treat the convent like a private lodge, bringing servants, feasts, and gossip.

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Some stay for weeks, their presence disrupting the silence rule entirely.

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And still, the abbess bows to them, smiling through the incense smoke.

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It is in these moments, carrying wine, cleaning after noble banquets,

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listening from corners, that you learn how many girls around were also victims to him, even some elder nuns.

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Your own suffering at the priest's hands becomes a secret everyone pretends not to know.

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The abbess resents you for it.

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The priest insists your silence proves devotion, and other nuns avoid your eyes.

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Not out of cruelty, but fear.

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They know what happens to girls who draw the wrong kind

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of notice in a place where sin is whatever powerful men say it is.

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For the next few months, your life becomes a routine of abuse and loneliness.

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The routine breaks with a faint sickness one morning.

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Nothing alarming at first.

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Hunger and exhaustion has ruled your body for years, so weakness is familiar.

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But when your belly begins to swell, your breath catches in your throat.

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You know immediately whose shadow hangs over you.

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And you know the convent would never believe the truth.

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Whispers spread before you even understand what they are saying.

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Novices stare at your midsection.

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Older nuns cross themselves as if warding off a curse.

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The abbess summons you with a look that could flay flesh from bone.

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A child, she says, circling you like a judge at sentencing.

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Proof of your corruption.

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You try to speak, to plead your innocence.

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But she silences you.

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You look around and see that she isn't alone.

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The priest behind it all now stands beneath the crucifix among the judges.

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His expression is smooth, holy, untouched.

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He lifts a hand toward the other judges.

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She invites temptation, he says.

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And that's all it takes.

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The narrative is sealed.

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Your body becomes a courtroom, and your baby is evidence of a crime against you the convent doesn't want to acknowledge.

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The next Sunday, they drag you before the villagers gathered for mass.

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Bells toll as though announcing an execution.

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They force you to kneel on the stone steps, belly heavy, knees burning.

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The priest demands your confession.

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You deny wrongdoing.

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He demands it again. And again.

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At last, with the crowd watching, you break.

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Not because you lied, but because truth has no use here.

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You repeat the sins they feed you.

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Lust.

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Pride.

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Sorcery.

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Disobedience.

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Gasps wrinkle through the congregation like applause.

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Then comes the sentence.

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Banishment.

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Excommunication.

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Erasure.

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You go back home since you have nowhere else to go.

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But your father slams the door when you beg for shelter.

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You shame us, he slurs.

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You earned this.

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With nothing but disgrace clinging to your skin, you step back into the world, not free, just discarded.

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A woman condemned simply for surviving the sins of a bad man.

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You go to the outskirts.

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It is the only place that doesn't care if you stay or not.

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It is scattered of shacks, broken carts, and people's society spits out like rotten gruel.

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Months later, you give birth alone in the outskirts, in a drafty hut made of stolen boards and mud.

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You scream into straw as the contractions hit you like stones so the village won't hear.

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One after another, you persevere alone as there is no midwife, no sister, no mother to guide you.

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Just you, the straw pallet, and the sharp memory of the medical lessons forced into you at the convent.

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Lessons meant for tending the sick, not bringing life into the world.

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When your baby finally slips into your trembling hands, purple and slick with blood,

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you press him to your chest and whisper the only blessing you still believe in, live, even if the world hates you.

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You raise your son here, far from church bells and judgmental stairs.

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Every day after that is survival.

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You steal scraps, gather herbs, barter labor for stale bread.

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You realize raising your son is hard.

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Harder than the convent.

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Harder than exile.

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He grows fast.

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He's also always hungry.

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Always curious.

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Always watching the world that rejects him.

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You teach him everything you know.

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How to boil water before drinking.

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How to mend torn skin.

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How to run when men grow cruel.

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Years pass like this.

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Rough and graceless.

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You're 27 when the whispers start.

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Talks of the plague.

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First in the city.

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Then in the villages.

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Then creeping along the roads.

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Farmers bar their doors.

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Monks flee their posts.

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Dogs starve beside dead masters.

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The world collapses in weeks.

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You try to shield your son, rationing food, boiling herbs, praying old prayers you don't believe.

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But the fever finds you anyway.

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Your joints swell, your skin darkens, your breath wheezes.

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You know the signs.

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You've tended to the dying before.

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He cries at your bedside, begging you to stay awake.

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You tell him to leave you, and not come near you.

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You fear he will catch the plague too.

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He never listens.

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Then one morning, you see a small black swelling blooming on his neck, and your heart breaks in two.

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You hold him close, even as illness gnaws your lungs.

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You say your last prayer as a whisper into his hair.

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Survive.

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Then one morning, your lungs simply stop biting.

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You die quietly.

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No miracle.

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No candlelit vigil.

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By nightfall, the plague cart comes.

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The collectors don't ask your name.

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They don't care that you once belonged to the convent, or that your life was chewed apart by vows you never chose.

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They lift you by your wrists and ankles.

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Toss you onto stiff bodies already buzzing with flies.

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Your head strikes a stranger's ribs.

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No one notices.

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You are rolled through the village you were exiled from, past doors that never opened for you.

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The cart rattles to a mass pit.

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There, they dump all of you like rubbish.

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No shroud.

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No prayer.

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No marker.

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Just a mass pit of decomposing victims of the Black Death.

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Centuries turn.

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Your name dissolves.

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Your story thins to nothing.

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In the archives, monks copy hymns praising holy maidens, obedient nuns, and radiant virgins.

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Historians celebrate abbesses who managed estates, anchoresses who chose their walls, mystics whose visions became literature.

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But not you.

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Never you.

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Your agony lives only in the silences, in the gaps between monastery records,

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in the unspoken truth behind enclosure laws as unrecorded screams.

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In the end, your life becomes what the church preferred women to be, absent.

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And your son?

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I guess we'll never know.

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이 레슨의 어휘와 말하기 포인트

이 말하기 레슨은 영상 “Why It Sucks to Be a Nun”을(를) 바탕으로 합니다. 이 영상에는 섀도잉할 문장 309개와 단어 2879개가 있습니다. 말하는 구간의 길이는 20:57입니다. 화자는 분당 약 137단어의 일정한 속도로 말해서 섀도잉하기에 편한 속도입니다. 영어에서 가장 많이 쓰이는 3,000단어에 속하는 단어가 74%뿐이라 어휘가 어려운 편입니다.

이 영상의 핵심 어휘

영상에 나오는 익혀 둘 만한 단어 15개를 발음, 뜻과 함께 정리했습니다.

단어	발음	뜻
nun 명사	/nʌn/	수녀, 비구니
prayer 명사	/pɹɛɚ/	기도, 빔
priest 명사	/ˈpɹiːst/	신부, 사제
silence 명사	/ˈsaɪ̯ləns/	침묵
tear 동사	/tɛɹ/	찢다
habit 명사	/ˈhæb.ɪt/	습관, 버릇
curse 명사	/kɝs/	저주
sin 명사	/ˈsɪn/	죄
punishment 명사	/ˈpʌnɪʃmənt/	처벌, 벌
lesson 명사	/ˈlɛs.ən/	수업, 과
steal 동사	/stiːl/	훔치다
arrive 동사	/əˈɹaɪv/	도착하다
straw 명사	/stɹɔ/	짚
plague 명사	/plɛɡ/	페스트
sharp 형용사	/ʃɑɹp/	날카로운

영상에 나오는 구동사

단어	뜻
get out 동사	나오다, 나가다
go back 동사	돌아가다
look around 동사	둘러보다

따라 말해 볼 만한 문장

영상에 나오는 짧고 완결된 문장으로, 일상 대화에서 그대로 쓸 수 있습니다:

If you're late, she'll make you kneel on salt.
Scrubbing footprints you didn't leave.
Confessing sins you didn't commit.
You whisper a question you don't dare ask aloud.
Was it worth it to stay for your father's sake?

이 영상의 문법

화자가 가장 많이 쓰는 문형을 영상 속 실제 표현과 함께 정리했습니다.

문형	영상 속 표현
조건문 if + 절, will/would + 동사 — 조건과 그 결과	If you're late, she'll make · if you had run, the coven won't keep
수동태 be + 과거분사 — 누가 하는지보다 무슨 일이 일어나는지에 초점	be sealed · was forged · were caught
현재완료 have/has + 과거분사 — 과거의 일이 지금도 관련이 있을 때	you've already learned · has given · you've breathed
관계절 who / which + 절 — 사람이나 사물에 대한 추가 정보	ones who were · men who fund

주의할 발음

화자는 don't, you're, isn't 같은 축약형과 약화된 형태를 34번 사용합니다. 들리는 대로 짧게 발음하세요.

“th” 소리: beneath /bɪˈniːθ/, gather /ˈɡæðɚ/, thin /ˈθɪn/, smooth /smuːð/, leather /ˈlɛðɚ/
“sh”와 “zh” 소리: punishment /ˈpʌnɪʃmənt/, enclosure /ɛnˈkloʊʒəɹ/, sharp /ʃɑɹp/, temptation /ˌtɛmpˈteɪʃən/, shadow /ˈʃædəʊ̯/
긴 단어 — 강세 위치에 주의: hierarchy /ˈhaɪ.ə.ɹɑː(ɹ).ki/, execution /ˌɛk.sɪˈkjuː.ʃən/, liability /laɪəˈbɪlɪti/

한국어 화자가 어려워하는 소리:

/f/ — ㅍ(/p/)으로 바꾸지 말고 윗니를 아랫입술에 대기: fever /ˈfivɚ/, flee /ˈfliː/, behalf /bɪˈhæf/, comfort /ˈkʌm.fət/, sacrifice /ˈsæk.ɹɪ.faɪs/
/v/ — ㅂ(/b/)과 구별하기: arrive /əˈɹaɪv/, survival /sɚˈvaɪ.vəl/, fever /ˈfivɚ/, narrative /ˈnæɹ.ə.tɪv/, lover /ˈlʌvɚ/
/z/ — ㅈ이 아니라 성대를 울리는 /s/: disguise /dɪsˈɡaɪz/, possession /pəˈzɛʃn̩/, resist /ɹɪˈzɪst/, preserve /pɹəˈzɝv/, stairs /ˈstɛɹz/

이 영상으로 연습하는 방법

먼저 말하지 않고 영상을 끝까지 듣고 모르는 단어를 적어 둡니다.
보통 속도로 한 문장씩 섀도잉하고, 화자의 리듬과 맞을 때까지 반복합니다.
자신의 목소리를 녹음해 원본과 비교하고, nun, prayer, priest 같은 단어에 특히 주의합니다.

쉐도잉이란? 영어 실력을 빠르게 키우는 과학적 방법

쉐도잉(Shadowing)은 원래 전문 통역사 훈련을 위해 개발된 언어 학습 기법으로, 다언어 학자인 Dr. Alexander Arguelles에 의해 대중화된 방법입니다. 핵심 원리는 간단하지만 매우 강력합니다: 원어민의 영어를 들으면서 1~2초의 짧은 지연으로 즉시 소리 내어 따라 말하는 것——마치 '그림자(shadow)'처럼 화자를 따라가는 것입니다. 문법 공부나 수동적인 청취와 달리, 쉐도잉은 뇌와 입 근육이 동시에 실시간으로 영어를 처리하고 재현하도록 훈련합니다. 연구에 따르면 이 방법은 발음 정확도, 억양, 리듬, 연음, 청취력, 말하기 유창성을 크게 향상시킵니다. IELTS 스피킹 준비와 자연스러운 영어 소통을 원하는 분들에게 특히 효과적입니다.

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