MINE OR NOT

Meaning of Beginning

First days at school have patterns and ways they should go. At least, in the movies. Naomi walked up the long stairs that had several billboards and a newsletter alongside. None caught her attention, for now. The most important thing right now is settling down and digesting all that has happened today. It's only past 8'o o'clock, but sure the day has been long enough. She walked into a balcony where a middle-aged lady was waiting, apparently for fresh students like her.

Are you a new student

Yes..Naomi answered

Signalling to her left ..Please go that way. There is the Records office for your documentation and directions to your lecture room.

Thank you so much, as she made a sharp, elegant turn towards the office.

While at it, everything still seemed like an adventure to Alvaro.

But this time, it was a bit straightforward. He didn't need any help locating the records office as it was just by the entrance, and also with the crowd gathering around that side. It gave it away.

Locating is one thing, knowing what to do is another thing. He would appreciate any briefing right now if it ever came.

Just put everything in your paper bag and submit it over there.

Alvaro turned to see the not-so-faint voice behind him.

He found the voice pleasing enough and the way he turned was not just to hear who said it, but to see if the face matched that voice. He was not disappointed at all. Staring back at him was a curvy princess of the sea, like his friends normally refer to any beautiful lady they saw. She had long blonde hair that matched her skin, and the way she adjusted the hair to reveal her face further, Alvaro had no other option but to smile. Good times are here.

...are you sure

Yes...(points) Look over there.

He turned, and his eyes met the small cardboard that had the inscriptions that affirmed what she had just said.

Great, then, thank you, I'll just go ahead and submit.

Sure...I'll wait for you here.

Alvaro maneuvered his way out of the small sea of people gathered at the office, and just like the Olympic champion, Bolt, he was out of there in no time at all.

My name is Rachel, it's nice to meet you, stretching her hands forward.

The pleasure is mine. The name is Alvaro, meeting her hands halfway. For a long time, the only thing softer and calmer, if that was a proper way to describe a person's hands, was his mom's cheesecake. He held it a bit firmly and at the same time with care. He just needed to confirm what he had just felt.

Let's go to the lecture room. I think an instructor will meet us shortly.

After you, please... he replied. He didn't mean to say those words, but in a matter of seconds realized that was the best thing he always uttered said that morning. He had the luxury of admiring her from behind and without her suspecting, to make it less weird and awkward. He couldn't help but stare lustfully at her well-sized butt. It was perfectly shaped and moved rhythmically as she walked. Each movement matched her footsteps and her legs, beautiful like sea petals. He admitted to losing focus. School isn't that bad if it's like this.

Alvaro has always loved back benches, it was a habit he didn't know when he started, but when he realized, it was either too late to change or whether it had become a trademark for him. Today would not be the day that he would stop.

Getting to the classroom, Alvaro realized many backbenchers like himself existed, and this class seemed like someone had assembled them all. So many empty seats in the front rows and the middle rows, but only one seat left in the back bench

Priorities, mennnnnn he whispers under his breath, and points. I'll be sitting there, turning to her.

She smiled back at him.. Sure, enjoy yourself, as she makes her way to the front.

In the whole school, everyone knows, and it sometimes shows in the grades, that the Medical Sciences takes academics so seriously. Naomi would confirm herself because as soon as she stepped foot into the lecture room and barely took a seat, a mean-looking man entered. He walked straight up to the podium and reached out for his iPad to set up.

Oh no..not so fast, she said silently.

He would occasionally look up in the middle of setting up his PowerPoint presentation and take a glance at the room to see if everyone was seated and ready. For some reason, the iPad wasn't coming up. The operating system has been due for an upgrade, and He has ignored the warnings repeatedly under the excuse of 'it still works'. Today it didn't work.

Giving up, He took one last look at the class as he switched off the device and readjusted his tie.

Good morning, boys and girls! His voice thundered across the class

Grumbling followed immediately. Disagreement.

Okay, okay....my bad.. Good Morning, Ladies and Gentlemen

In unison .. Good Morning Sir

Silly joke, Naomi whispered.

I am Professor Timothy. Many call me an encyclopedia, some with knowledge call me an Oracle, students refer to me as a mini-god. I am everything you want me to be. I am your Class Adviser, and I'll be taking you for Psychology lessons as well.

A mild round of applause followed.

Before I go on with the class briefings and the rules, first, I'd like to know your names and how I can address you. From this row, please. Naomi took one glance at where the intros started and figured it would take a while before it reached her turn. Oh, yes, finally a little bit of time to digest this morning's happenings.

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In the absence of an instructor, Alvaro's lecture room has already erupted into an interactive session.

The back benchers, typical of them in any place, turned the class into a mini CBS SPORTS studio discussing the midweek football games. No one can recall who started the discussion, but the conversation had already matured into a state where that information was neither needed nor necessary. Hot takes flew here and there, banters, updates, and everything common to sports lovers filled the air.

On the other side of the ladies, formal introductions were being made and compliments exchanged, some half-hearted, but who cares, everything is formality.

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A gentle tap on the shoulders

........It's your turn now.

She turned...In a sea of thoughts and feelings..

What's that?

Introduce yourself to the class.

Oh sorry...Naomi. My name is Naomi.