I may have experienced a lot, and I am mature in speaking and doing things. Easy to get along with, and I like getting along with him very much.
He is from the psychological association. Once, he asked us to sign up for a psychological test. We all signed up to see if we were mentally ill.
I have done more than 100 multiple-choice questions, and I am very satisfied with my results without any symptoms.
But after he answered, he was not very happy, so I asked him. He said that he had mild depression, and sometimes he felt depressed, such as standing on a high place and wanting to jump, and sometimes he even wanted to die.
After listening to his words, my heart itched. Maybe I feel sorry for him. I hope he doesn't think so. After seeing me, he had that smile on his face again.
He is an optimistic man and his family is very difficult. My father worked too hard when he was young, so he couldn't grow old. All the expenses of the whole family are paid by his mother.
They are all poor there, not to mention his family.
But he still lives optimistically and tells us jokes every day. Doby makes us happy, which makes us happy in the dormitory. It seems that there is no happiness without him, so he naturally became the head nurse.
We will make fun of him when we have time, and we are not afraid of his anger, because we have no time to be angry.
He is very clever, especially in science. He boasted that he was the first in science at school, but so what? We are still in a school and a dormitory, haha.
It turns out that I have no nickname. Because of my name and image, after studying for so many years, no one can give me a nickname. He was the first.
Every time I call him to give me my nickname, I always bring his obvious laughter.
I don't care. I can't accept this nickname and I don't want to use it. I still like people to call me by my first name. It sounds very kind.
We are all a happy little group in the dormitory. He doesn't like dressing up, so he hasn't had a girlfriend for more than 20 years and is the only object he doesn't like in the dormitory.
I always tease him to take the exam, and he just says, haha, I'm not taking the exam. At first, I boasted in front of my dad that I was going to take the postgraduate entrance examination, which made my dad very disgusted that I didn't have other people's lofty aspirations.
After a year together, I also saw him clearly. He reads novels all day, and all he can fail are his old high school books.
I just hope we can stay in the same dormitory for five years. I don't want anyone missing, and I don't want anything to happen to him.
We are exhausted!