I'm a fan of the professor
I thought that when I first saw him, I would fall into his eyes, or I would be unable to control myself and want to hug him, but in the end, it didn't happen!
The first time I saw him, I... Didn't recognize who this was...
The second time I saw him... I disliked him.
The third glance... I... I... I began to dislike the look in my own eyes
The fourth time... I turned from pink to black.
Later, I tried to change him and make him become the strict teacher in my memory.
Am I wrong?
I don't know, he was not my spiritual support.
He is not him,
He is just who he is.
Purpose: Essay
Very interesting beginning and introduction!