I was in Indo back at Politechnic, and with the bunch from my class. I think they are trying to copy one the the assignment or something. Then my book must have been handled mischieviously or something bad had happened. Which makes me angry, so I told some of them off and goes about my business again. Then Ingan came trying to persuade me out of my mood or something, for some reason he end up cutting my hair, and I heard this scrathing sound at the back of my head, wierd stuff. And that’s when the Prof who are teaching us walked in, he was casually commenting on my hair that was being cut, and while I responded with something. Then the wierd thing is he started saying something to me in English, as if spoken to me only, to one of his questions I responded with “I hope so” and he started teaching.