Before the start of college, I chatted online with one of my fellow-villager who is two months younger than me. Because of the fact that he is much younger, he called me elder sister and I treated him as my own brother. Then when we were enduring the pain of military training, he told me that he caught a cold out of a sudden and in no place could he go to buy medicine. On hearing this, I was bursting with compassion and immediately made up my mind to give him some medicine.

Arriving at the appointed place, I looked around to find the younger brother who I never met before. Suddenly a man with a fat stomach appeared in my sight. He stood there glancing at his watch from time to time which showed obviously that he was waiting for somebody. I have never thought he was such a plump boy that I hesitated. Though I have thousands of unwillingness, I had to greet him and give the medicine to him. Clutching the medicine in my hand, I walked towards him discreetly to make sure whether he was waiting for me or not. After a deep breath I called out the name in front of the heavy man; then the man raised his head and looked at me with confusion. As I saw his weather-beaten face, a cold sweat broke out on the back of my neck. I was mistaken identity. I hurried to pick up my mobile phone and pretended to talk in the phone. What made me more embarrassed was at that time my phone rung. In a complete mess, I answered the phone and left. It was my brother exactly. Via the phone, I found my younger brother at last.

That was my terrible memory of my first day on college campus. After this experience, I decide that I would put on my glasses whenever I need to meet somebody.