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I enter the classroom in the beginning of the new semester. New students looking at me. Kind of tense, eleven strangers inside a classroom, trying to figure out who's cool and who's not. As always there are some older men, lawyers or business man, fever women. I greet everyone, introduce myself and start calling the roll. Patricia. Hi. Nelson. Good evening. So I go on. In the end there is only one name left: John. There is only one person left in the classroom: a woman wearing a short skirt and black boots. Long blonde hair, pink lipstick.
I read: John? I look around. She stands up: Yes. That's me.
Silence.
I am puzzled.
I look at John and his long blonde hair, short skirt and black boots.
I don't know what to say. Neither do the others.
John smiles.
Well...hi everyone. My name is John, but I'd prefer if you called me Britney, if you don't mind.
The older lady in the backround looks over her glasses:
Call you what?
Britney.
Why the hell Britney?
Because of my hair.
Ah, I see.
John smiles and sits down again.
Silence.
Alright, welcome everybody! Let's start class. Have you all got your books?
Awesome!
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