文档介绍：My New Roommate
It was my first day at the institute．I got into the building where 1 was going to live．My eyes searched carefully from the door of one bedroom to that of another for my name which ought to have been pasted on the door of one of these bedrooms．At last I found it．On stepping into the bedroom I found there was already in it a student who was making his bed．
Having exchanged with me a few words of greetings，he resumed his arrangement of bedding and no longer paid any attention to me．“What a stuck-up fellow．”I thought and began to survey the room．It looked quite similar to any other bedroom in the building．Even the furniture in all bedrooms was uniform．It seemed my bedroom had already been thoroughly cleaned by my new roommate．
He was thin，short and dark-skinned．His hair looked like a bundle of straw．His dirty clothes and lusterless eyes clearly indicated that he had had a long journey．His clothes were made of cheap cloth．His coat was too short，and the legs of his trousers were too loose．He wore a pair of unfashionable rubber shoes．Thus he did not look like a smart freshman at a11.“A yokel,” I concluded．
The second time he spoke，his accent told me that he was from the south．“May I help you get your luggage from the office?”
I did not decline his help because I really needed it．He was quick in movement． He walked out of the room and was soon far ahead of me in the corridor．
“A good guy,” I said to myself．“I will make friends with him．”I hurried and caught up with him．
My English Teacher
I like most of my teachers in college．They were，for the most part，friendly and competent, willing to help students．I liked them — but I don’t remember them very well，except for Mr. Jones，my freshman English teacher．He was an enthusiastic， sensitive man，who knew his subject and was determined that we would learn it and love it, too．
Mr. Jones was a tall，slender man in his mid-forties with gray, thinning hair．Perched precariously on h