“It‘s done, and be sure to be in classroom 404 by 6:30 PM”, that’s the first sentence I remembered on the first day to campus. A blank filled my mind, for I was 2,000 kilometers away merely one day ago. Prior to then, never ever had I grabbed any chance to travel out of my native province, nor had I taken, or seen, an airplane or a train. It turned out to be a fallacy that one assumes that he or she could??travel around the world trough the eyes of a phone with internet connected, because I was not able to conceal the timidity and tenseness generated by my??unsociableness the minute out of the airport. I was a donkey, a satire nickname that people from other provinces stereotypically call us, lingering and wandering on the sidewalk with no word coming out the mouth and chin on the chest. I seized hard the subway fair in my jeans pocket, and my sight was glued onto the station indicator, with the fear of making fun of myself for the very first subway ride.

That two days was long. By the time my college life commenced, I still didn’t know how long I had been in this city and what I would confront next. It was roughly 20 minutes before the arranged time to mingle with my college classmates. So dreadfully nervous and numb I was, with mind filled with many woulds-would they treat me as an old-fashioned and ignorant country folk, or would they ask me if I lived in a cave or a hut? I had experienced many first-day-to-school moments, but this time, the strangers had been emphatically different: different backgrounds, ages, customs, locations, cognitions-to list just a few. On my way to the classroom was a spiral of stairs. They were dim and dingy, which I perceived, from my experience, shouldn’t have been at such a time in the evening. I was made to understood that this place shared the common time, but not a common twilight at dusk with my hometown.

A preposterous fear that that day would be the most embarrassing and tedious experience occurred to me. What I didn’t expect is, however, it had been one of the my most unforgettable social experience in my life. Originally, there were a huddle of people in the classroom, like kitties and puppies scattered in a relatively big cage. Nobody spoke. Luckily, we had in hand our phones, the most fascinated invention in human history, by which everybody could pretend to be busy dealing with the QQ and WeChat notifications without being forced to shooting the breeze with other people. In front of the throng standing a special man with a notebook in his hand, and a distinguishing look from the freshmen, who then required us to sit neatly in accordance with our given student-number. This man turned out to be our little hierophant (I named it out of my suppose), a fine person whom I had been introduced. By virtual of him and student-number, the order?was formed. The rules and must-know principles of college and other blah blah blah were introduced by him as he opened the notebook, read it, turning from page to page. He was a little bit nervous, I could tell.

To my surprise, he claimed that he would like us to stand up and help us get to know each other by doing a little game, which went like this: all of the people were divided into various of lines(I forgot how many they were). Each individuals in each line was asked to remember the names of everyone who was in the same line as he or she was, both on the left side and the right side, in a given period of time. As soon as time is up, you must shut out the answer: I am somebody,??who is on the left or the right of another somebody who is on the left or right of still another somebody who is...??Of course we did it in Chinese. Every men and women in the classrooms were trying hard and so was I. That game was amazing, and I thought I did pretty well that I nearly remembered all of the names of people in my line, and I wasn’t that afraid of talking to strangers form all over the country.

That embarrassment was not penetrated by me, but by a sacred power. But it did have a tremendous impact on me that my altitude towards college life had been transformed since then. I decided that I be actively participate in group work and activities, and I believe I am doing the right things.