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Part 3

"So finally!" Alexa shouted as she jumped on the bin bag next to her bed.
"That bin bag is by the authority?" I asked pointing at the bin bag.
"Nope, brought it from home. Need some stuff to feel like one." She smiled.
That made me smile a bit too.
"So get fresh, let's get you around a bit in the hostel. You need to see what an Oxford hostel looked like."
"I've already had much seeing it."
It was big. A lot big. Not a hostel, but a kingdom. Hostels should be like a little restricted and clumsy, like kinda uncomfortable but it was so much like a 5-star hotel for me, not cool as my second home at present but it had just gone through my imagination. Too much for a hostel, more like a luxury granting official.

"So how do you like it?" Alexa asked playfully and nudged me on the elbow as she got out of the bathroom.
"Well, this ain't that bad," I replied in consent. "Oh, really?" Alexa laughed. "Well yeah, has some puny place left for me to keep my artworks." I smiled. "God... girl this is a heaven of a hostel room, your compliments sound like it a wrecked mess," Alexa twisted her lips. "Well, this looks like for the filthy rich people, not for someone heading from the Bradford's. So maybe I shall be talking like that too."
"So you're from Bradford." Alexa said mysteriously as she was craving to know this fact about me for years. "Well, you don't need to say this like that; just could've enquired." I pursed my lips. "Well, I could've; but this girl next to me called Clem, seems tired of enquiries." She threw a glaze at me.
"How do you know I'm being called Clem?" I asked, confused.
"Well, talks on phone with your brother," Alexa said and before I started she continued, "Your phone rang and I took it because you were at the balcony busy with some diary stuff, and your brother was like 'hey Clem' and so..."
"Don't take my phones." I stated, quite in a rude tone.
"I'm sorry, something made me pick that up." She said and handed me a towel to go get a bath.
"Dude, you need a shower, I smell your insecurities, stinky..." She taunted. "Shut up!" I pushed her away and went in the bathroom.

I was done, after my 1 hour like 1 year in the bathroom, the bath tub. Got dressed, and I'm hungry, like too much. "Starving?" Alexa emerged out of the balcony as I walked out of the bathroom. "Oh yes... were you watching me having a bath?" I asked as she just came out the moment I got out. "Well, no. I'm not a despo lesbo. I was just waiting to hear that clinching sound of the door to open. I'm hungry." Alexa explained. "Ok, well let's go." I grabbed my snickers and put them on. "Oh bae, you need to dry your hair, some hell of guys out there looking for hotties like you." Alexa demonstrated, handing me a hair drier. "Then may be I should keep my hair wet," I said as I plugged into the hair drier to dry my hair out and continued, "Maybe that will get me an opposite sex hottie." I laughed it out.

"Do we have any classes today?"
"Nope, you had 2 in the morning. Enough for today. You need to settle down first." Alexa said, taking a bite of the sub she had ordered.
"What do you mean? Are we bunking?!" I freaked out.
"Ouch!!" I shouted as she banged the spoon on my hand and started, "Sshhh! Are you crazy? Say low. There are students of our batch."
"So what? I'm not bunking."
"You sure?" Alexa said taking a sip of her diet coke with a look like you-better-bunk-or-you-will-see-what-happens.
"I'm sure."

Okay. So, Alexa had bunked the class with her some friends and I was in the class. This was hell of a teacher and hell of some lessons. Like who cares? For example, every one knows the "a2+2ab+b2" thing but this woman just teaches so complicated, that it seems "a10+b10+c10+x10+y10+z10+p10+q10+r999" And so this woman was like a mess. I wasn't into the class at all, rather I was making some equations of my own.

One of my equations:

Suppose, x=Teacher
y=students paying attention
z=classroom

We have, 1 teacher (x), 70 students (70y) and 1 classroom (z)
And, Our total students=the whole class
So, 70y=z ----------------------------------------------(1)
Now,
The teacher comes in the class and so,
x+70y=z ----------------------------------------------(2)
or, x=z – 70y
or, x=70y – 70y [putting the values of equation (1)]
or, x=0

So, zero students were paying attention to the teacher. (proved.)

Ms. Gonzales, the teacher during the class, who teaches history. HISTORY. H-I-S-T-O-R-Y. Bruh.

Something I noticed: It was all different around me.

"So, tell me Clemy baby, how was your class with Ms. Gonzales?" Alexa teased after the class when she caught a sight out of me in the corridor. "Well, she ain't that bad." I replied, as if I was enjoying the class really good. She knew I was kidding but still decided to tease out. "So Clem's a Ms. Gonzales fan? Aha." She never stopped that tease.

"Alexa, do we get to go out of the campus?" I asked as we reached our room. "Yeah girl, at the breaks, this is no prison you should know." She said inserting the key into the lock to open the door.

"Why do you wan'na go out anyway?" Alexa jumped on the bed messing up the bed sheet, like always.
"I need to buy some canvas stuff actually. You know I'm a student of arts." I replied.
"I thought you took it because it was an easy subject. 99% of your class do take that subject as it's easy, but it is hard to fine the ones' that are devoted to it." She said, speaking the truth. Max of the students don't actually seem to be liking the teacher nor the lessons they teach. Weird. But I was always devoted to art and so my hand in art was quite well to say too.

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