I always admire professors and regard them as aliens that possess supernatural intelligence. Thus, I expect them to be eccentric, ill-tempered and unpredictable-some personalities distinguishing them from the commons. But after one semester and especially during being research assistant of a few professors, I found they are humans like everyone else. All the professors I have known so far are humorous, accessible and affable. This discovery pacified me and released me from the anxiety that before becoming a professor (my career objective), I will have to suffer a secretive and painful process in which I will be genetically modified…to be an alien…
                                 

I can’t be luckier to have a part-time job in the Business/SPEA Library where I have enjoyed a very friendly and agreeable atmosphere. I like all my colleagues who are so helpful and considerate. They have overturned my long established image of the Americans-strict, cold and inflexible. In the library festival in the Sports Bar, I said I might not be allowed to drink beers if I didn’t bring my passport with me. Then Terry said: “In that case, I would say you are my son.” “But I have black hair, black eyes and yellow skin… You may say I am adopted.” Everyone smiled. I felt I was already one of them at that moment.