it was my first day at school. i walked into the building where i was going to live ，and looked at door after door for my name. at last i found it. in the room there was already a student making his bed.
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i looked at him. he was thin， short， and dark. his hair was like a bundle of straw. his dirty clothes and tired look were clearly signs of a long journey . his clothes were made of cheap cloth. the coat was too short and the trousers were too loose. and太原哪家医院治疗癫痫更好 he wore a pair of rubber shoes ， which were very unfashionable. he did not look like a smart senior student at all . “a yokel ，”i concluded.
the second time he spoke ，his accent told me that he was from the south“shall i help you to get your lugg武汉癫痫病诊疗医院age from the office？”he asked.
i did not refuse since i really needed help. he was quick in movement.“a good guy ，”i said to myself，“i will make friends with him.”i hurried and caught up with him.