My daughter went to a hotel in a coastal city to take part in an academic activity during this golden week. There were many other tourists staying at the hotel as well. For the activity, my daughter and her schoolmates were required to wear school uniforms, which were black suits with a white blouse, a black blazer, and a black plaid skirt. The children looked pretty much formal and precocious with their uniforms. On the first day, when she was waiting for the elevator, a middle aged man came to ask her:”Where is the restaurant for us to eat breakfast?” “Sorry, I have no idea either,” she answered. “How come you don’t know? You are the an employee of the hotel,” the man said surprisied. “ I don’t work here. I am just a student,” she explained and pointed to her school badge. The man apologized and left. She thought this was a coincidence and would not happen again. Yet, the next day, a woman stopped her in the lobby and addressed her as a tour guide. “Hey, tour guide! What’s your recommendation for restaurants?” she inquired. My daugher (to avoide confusion of who SHE refers to) replied that she didn’t know. “Are you new as a tour guide?” The woman sounded curious. “Ma’am, I am not a tour guide. I am thirteen.” She said and thought to herself, “Do I really look so old?” It turned out that her schoolmates encountered the same kind of thing at the hotel too.