Thank God it's Friday. This is my experience with my first android Phone the whole story.
I bought the phone a few months before I got admission to college in 2014, as a secondhand, maybe even thirdhand phone who knows? The phone's screen touch was broken, but it was still operable. I never cared because I was so desperate to get an Android phone for my dream games back then, which were Asphalt and Temple Run. The phone was a Tecno N3, with no front camera, 512MB of RAM, and 3G network capabilities. One of the SIM slots was programmed for Airtel SIM use only.
Not long after, the phone fell, and the screen touch became even more damaged. It became increasingly difficult to use, to the point where I had to flip the phone several times just to chat with it. Yet, I was still happy to have an Android phone.
When we resumed the session in January 2015, I was thrilled to be going to school with an Android phone. However, as time passed, it became even more difficult to operate. So, I asked one of my uncles for help, and he sent me some money to fix it. The funniest part was that the day after I fixed it, I woke up to find the screen broken again, probably because I had slept on it. I couldn't understand it, and it pained me, but I took it as part of life and continued using it.
On the last day of the first semester exam, I took the phone with me, hoping to travel home immediately after the examination, so I kept it in my pocket. During the exam, one of the invigilating lecturers saw it in my pocket and seized it. I tried to explain, but he didn't listen, thinking I had brought it for examination malpractice, despite the phone's malfunctioning screen. The lecturer seized as many phones as he could that day.
After the exam, I went with the others to plead for the phone. This man wasted our time, telling us to come for it next semester. After a while, when he noticed we hadn't left, he told us to write letters explaining why we had brought our phones to the exam hall and have the letters printed. I rushed to the school printing press and drafted and printed a letter, stating it was because I was traveling. Along with the others, I brought the letter to him. He took the letters, read them, and laughed, then he returned our phones to us. I was very happy and rushed back to my hostel to pick up my bag and start my journey home. I took a cab to the park, boarded a commercial vehicle, and we started the journey. I put the phone in my pocket, thinking about how I was going to watch the TV series "Arrow" I had downloaded earlier when I got home, so I was smiling.
A few minutes before my stop, I reached into my pocket, but to my dismay, I couldn't find my phone. I searched the vehicle, but it was nowhere to be found. Then I remembered it must have fallen when I got out midway to ease myself. It pained me, and a weird thought occurred to me if I had left the phone with the lecturer, I would have been able to collect it during the following semester.
That's how I lost the phone.
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