In the drizzling rain I returned to Hefei, feeling the chill of autumn. These few days before it was so hot in Shanghai that it was just like summer, far from an October day. I got off the train and hurried to find a taxi. It took me a long time t find one, perhaps because many people were also getting off the trains. Anyway, I finally found a taxi and went on my way to USTC. The driver talked on the whole way there, saying things like "How good USTC is" and "How bright your future is as a USTCer"，which I'd heard multiple times before. I hadn't considered them at all. To me after all the failures in high school it did seem a decent place, where math and physics matters the most. But the news that I was admitted was so sudden that it shook me off the ground, and all I want to do now is to fit in and not fail in tests again. The driver pulled up at the entrance of the campus. When I payed the driver, he cut off the changes for me. He even offered to help me with my luggage, which I refused because I can handle them alone. I got out with my luggages. They are very heavy. Then I walked toward the entrance of the campus and saw all those same things again, except a part of it was in construction. The security guard stopped me, asking me to stop and see my covid test, which my father faked it for me. I gave him he paper and he looked at it for a while. Then he asked me the scan the code for my covid passes. I said that I didn't have a smartphone. I only have a phone for seniors so that I can't scan the code. I wanted to say more, but the guard let me in anyway. I checked my bike to see if it was still there. To my delight, it was safe. A few bikes parked beside it. Then I returned to my dorm and found my roommate from Hefei there. I wanted to talk to him, but found no words. I gave him the chocolate from Shanghai and he said thank you. After that I cleaned up my stuff. I brought a whole lot more stuff but there's still room on my shelf. After my parents disapproved of me renting a house, I decided that I had no choice but to fit in with everybody. My parents told me not to discriminate people from other provinces and not be too lofty, for they themselves are from Henan, a province not as good as Shanghai. They also told me not to waste money and limited my monthly cost to 3000 yuan. I told them I want to live in the villas in Green City. They said that it is kind of impossible and that as a computer programmer I might not be able to buy our house, which is pretty ordinary, at least to me it seems,even when you are 40 years old. And that my aim in my freshman year is clear, ace in the basic subjects. Thses days I found myself having a problem with concentrating. Too long I had looked at my mobile phone that when I took my eyes off it there was nothing interesting anymore. And my eyes are becoming bad. I do not ever want to become short-sighted. My father told me how terrible it is to become short-sighted and wear a glasses. He said he would pay one million yuan for a good eyesight. Every morning he woke up, only finding the world dark and grey. He could hardly see more than two meters without his glasses. I agree wth him on that matter and tried to keep my eyes good. When I was in elementary school, only few had problems with eyes. Then I went into middle school, when I found more and more people were short-sighted. About half of our class wore glasses at that time. Then I went to high school and out of 40 students only three including me are not nearsighted. It is not surprising now. There is not a time when somebody can not take out his smartphone, well maybe except for me. I was determined to give my mnd a rest on the bombings of social media like wechat. A computer is far better for its screens are bigger and you will not need to glue your eyes on it all the time. On subways for example, everybody glue their eyes to their phone. It is the same when people are listening to lectures, people are eating alone, people are walking, people are preparing to sleep. I do not know why but I find myself loathing the smartphone far more than my classmates and the people around me. Guys, it is drugs. It is killing me, making me impossible to concentrate anymore. I only hoped that I could keep on with no smartphones for the rest of the semester. When I finished with cleaning my stuff, my roomate was still looking at his phone or computer. I did not know what he is looking at anyway. Then I went off too eat in the cafeteria in the west part of the campus. It is a new cafeteria. There are many delicacies there.I boought noodles and chicken. Oh, and they are so tasty, the sauce and meat. Eating is always a way to get rid of the stressi in everyday life. I returned to the dorm and want to sleep for a while. It is very noisy in the dorm for my roommate was playing a strange game without muting his phone. I wished someday he would feel the same as me when playing games. I think playing game is such a tired thing. It is not a bit relaxing In the drizzle I returned to Hefei, feeling the chill of autumn. These few days before it was so hot in Shanghai that it was just like summer, far from an October day. I got off the train and hurried to find a taxi. It took me a long time t find one, perhaps because many people were also getting off the trains. Anyway, I finally found a taxi and went on my way to USTC. The driver talked on the whole way there, saying things like "How good USTC is" and "How bright your future is as a USTCer"，which I'd heard multiple times before. I hadn't considered them at all. To me after all the failures in high school it did seem a decent place, where math and physics matters the most. But the news that I was admitted was so sudden that it shook me off the ground, and all I want to do now is to fit in and not fail in tests again. The driver pulled up at the entrance of the campus. When I payed the driver, he cut off the changes for me. He even offered to help me with my luggage, which I refused because I can handle them alone. I got out with my luggages. They are very heavy. Then I walked toward the entrance of the campus and saw all those same things again, except a part of it was in construction. The security guard stopped me, asking me to stop and see my covid test, which my father faked it for me. I gave him he paper and he looked at it for a while. Then he asked me the scan the code for my covid passes. I said that I didn't have a smartphone. I only have a phone for seniors so that I can't scan the code. I wanted to say more, but the guard let me in anyway. I checked my bike to see if it was still there. To my delight, it was safe. A few bikes parked beside it. Then I returned to my dorm and found my roommate from Hefei there. I wanted to talk to him, but found no words. I gave him the chocolate from Shanghai and he said thank you. After that I cleaned up my stuff. I brought a whole lot more stuff but there's still room on my shelf. After my parents disapproved of me renting a house, I decided that I had no choice but to fit in with everybody. My parents told me not to discriminate people from other provinces and not be too lofty, for they themselves are from Henan, a province not as good as Shanghai. They also told me not to waste money and limited my monthly cost to 3000 yuan. I told them I want to live in the villas in Green City. They said that it is kind of impossible and that as a computer programmer I might not be able to buy our house, which is pretty ordinary, at least to me it seems,even when you are 40 years old. And that my aim in my freshman year is clear, ace in the basic subjects. Thses days I found myself having a problem with concentrating. Too long I had looked at my mobile phone that when I took my eyes off it there was nothing interesting anymore. And my eyes are becoming bad. I do not ever want to become short-sighted. My father told me how terrible it is to become short-sighted and wear a glasses. He said he would pay one million yuan for a good eyesight. Every morning he woke up, only finding the world dark and grey. He could hardly see more than two meters without his glasses. I agree wth him on that matter and tried to keep my eyes good. When I was in elementary school, only few had problems with eyes. Then I went into middle school, when I found more and more people were short-sighted. About half of our class wore glasses at that time. Then I went to high school and out of 40 students only three including me are not nearsighted. It is not surprising now. There is not a time when somebody can not take out his smartphone, well maybe except for me. I was determined to give my mnd a rest on the bombings of social media like wechat. A computer is far better for its screens are bigger and you will not need to glue your eyes on it all the time. On subways for example, everybody glue their eyes to their phone. It is the same when people are listening to lectures, people are eating alone, people are walking, people are preparing to sleep. I do not know why but I find myself loathing the smarthone far more than my classmates and the people around me. Guys, it is drugs. It is killing me, making me impossible to concentrate anymore. I only hoped that I could keep on with no smartphones for the rest of the semester. When I finished with cleaning my stuff, my roomate was still looking at his phone or computer. I did not know what he is looking at anyway. Then I went off too eat in the cafeteria in the west part of the campus. It is a new cafeteria. There are many delicacies there.I boought noodles and chicken. Oh, and they are so tasty, the sauce and meat. Eating is always a way to get rid of the stressi in everyday life. I returned to the dorm and want to sleep for a while. It is very noisy in the dorm for my roommate was playing a strange game without muting his phone. I wished someday he would feel the same as me when playing games. I think playing game is such a tired thing. It is not a bit relaxing than doing demidovich's problems. When I finished playing I felt no relief but weariness. But I can not stop others from playing. I wished he will not bother me. I thought again. I thought that I was contented with this. I brought my bag and went to sleep in the study room in the dorm buiding. Anyway, it isn't too convenient a thing to crawl into your bed and sleep in the noon. My bed may be very dirty after that. I went into the study room and did not feel like sleeping yet. I studied for a while, which made me very drowsy and I dozed off. I was not fully awake until an hour later. When I woke up later, I was feeling strange, just like how I always felt after sleeping at noon. I mean, it is a feeling of refreshment, yet no so fully refreshed. I didn't know when I will get used to it. I got up. I got out of the dorm buiding and rode my bike a while in the campus. I thought about what I was going to do and all my life before.