My best teacher

i am going to talk about my teacher influenced my way of thinking. It is my gym teacher in junior high school. He was also my homeroom teacher. He was awful to me. One day I got late for his class pretending to have been sick. "I am late because I was sick in this mo..."Before I complete the sentence, he hit me and punished me so much because he knew I was lying. I learnt lie is the worst thing in the world.

first impression of college life

At first day of my college life,i was impressed how crawded there is.My high school has no more than a thousand students.But there are thousands of students in campus here,i suppose.It is fun