On one particular Thursday morning, I went for an 08:00 am class. Though pained that the class was in another campus, I nonetheless went for the class before 8.
As usual, I took a seat by the side; I hate sitting in-between people sha. If I had been foretold that something would happen, I'd have sat somewhere else.
Yes, the Lecturer's order has always been "No pressing of phones!" since last semester, and I'm not a fan of using phones in class because I have to listen and write, except it's a boring class.
But that day, I don't know what suddenly caught my interest in the gadget. After an hour had gone by, I took the phone and turned on my data connection. As I was about opening an app, he saw me, I mean the lecturer caught me.
I was caught in a dilemma; whether to keep the phone immediately and pretend, or to hold on to it and sit speechless. Unfortunately, the latter happened unconsciously. Immediately, the man called me out, he said I should bring the phone, and get it back after TWO MONTHS!!
I am El Shava. To be continued...
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Horight Peters.To be continued...