I didn't know until I went to college that the university was really beautiful and there was a lot of food. I stood in front of a strange teaching building, not as relaxed and excited as I thought, but as nervous and stressed. Looking at the enthusiasm of the seniors and sisters, I suddenly saw myself two years later, and there were really fewer classes. The teacher didn't lie, but what the teacher didn't say was that two classes were one morning. It's almost two months since school started, and all my feelings are that the university is very busy, not as busy as high school, so full and inexplicable. Endless interpersonal relationships, endless replies and endless group notices have made me feel bored and impatient.
Suddenly, the enthusiastic faces of seniors and sisters emerged. Yes, although the university is not satisfactory, I ignore the gentle and patient teachers who have entered the society and started to learn professional knowledge. I realize that everything I do here is to improve myself, and I seem to have taken on my responsibilities and pressures. Originally from this year, I went alone.