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What kind of experience is it to be a military training instructor?

After a military training, I was still the sister of a class, with dozens of sisters. Really unhappy. I have long heard from seniors that northwest university of politics and law is our second largest family member's hospital. How many second-year college students took freshmen there for military training and found the object to solve the single problem and lifelong events. So I have long been eager to experience and feel the enthusiasm of freshmen in the University of Political Science and Law. This day has finally come. I was informed that I would go to northwest university of politics and law to take freshmen for military training. I came by school bus with excitement. Later, I was assigned to a girls' class, which was really lucky. This is both an opportunity and a challenge for me in single dog. I have never faced so many girls in my life, and I even began to worry that I would blush when I stood in front of the queue, and even worried that I would be laughed at by them if I couldn't speak. Then ten days soon ended, and it was a little sad when we broke up, but it was normal. I'm not as excited as when I left the new training monitor in my freshman year, but more calm and calm. I left them with a smile and didn't take away a cloud. They are very excited. The school specially arranged for us to go first for fear that the girls would get too excited. However, they are of no use. They chased them and cried. I feel sorry for them. I waved goodbye to them. I know that now they are just wet behind the ears and have never experienced college life, so most people may already think how ridiculous they are after a month. However, this experience is precious to me. When I got back to school, I soon received gifts from them that I didn't send at that time, such as useful food and interesting things, diaries they wrote and, of course, love letters. I hid them all in a small box. By the way, I took part in a new training, and I met my ex-girlfriend, not a freshman, but a junior.