On the first day of the new semester. I met my homeroom class–Class 214. My first impression of them was good. When I went to the class at 7:35, almost everyone was in the classroom, very quiet, as if there were already a teacher standing inside watching them. “What a well-behaved class!” I told myself. Later when some students were distributing the new books, I noticed a few students unfolding the boxes without instruction from me. They had the spirit of service. I really admired such kind of people. Good!