Day 3 - A Memory
The past two days has been a cold with dark clouds and rain chasing the sun from the sky. I have been sleeping a lot these past couple of days as there isn't much things to do and the weather is just conducive for it. Today, I would be writing about one of the fond memories I had years ago. Looking back to that moment always puts a smile on my face.
I remember I had to take a 3-day casual leave from work so that I could travel all the way to the university where I would take their entrance exam. I had made arrangements with my former secondary school (high school) classmate who was now a student of the university. When I arrived, I was greeted by my friend at the entrance of the school hostel, after which he took me to his hostel hall, and then to his block and finally his room. I remember his room was at the top floor of the block and I had to climb about 3 flights of stairs to get there.
When I entered the hall, I had seen some of the boys playing football at the football field, and the spectators hanging around at different spots enjoying the game going on. It was a mini-community of boys. I must admit it was the first time I have been in such an environment. It felt odd and safe at the same time. When I got to his room, I had met two of his roommates. He had introduced me to them, and them to me. Though, they were welcoming, there was something urgent about the way they had greeted me. I sat a bit and that was when it dawned on me that there are 8 beds in the room, all of which belonged to someone. Then I asked how many people shared the room, and he said eight. I was dumbfounded for a moment and wondered how eight people shared a room.
After a while, my friend took me on a little tour round the school and when I came back, I met a full room; all 7 other roommates were around. It was a jolly and fun, with the occasional jokes being cracked, laughter and different activities all going on all at the same time. Most of these jokes was funnier when I finally became a student of the university an would always laugh really hard when I remember them. It was a jolly environment, but I didn't fail to also think of this environment with an un-jolly atmosphere.
This experience in the school hostel will go on to be the deal breaker for me in my ardent decision never to stay in the school hostel. I have rented an apartment outside the school campus since my first year. This is because I like my space as well as my privacy. Though, I have not stayed alone since I got admitted into the university, but it has been relatively more private compared to the school's hostel.
I am not sure exactly why I wrote about the memory in particular, but I do know that I think about it a lot. Also, I often caught myself wondering if I'd have a different opinion about the school hostel if it was a bit more private. But to think of the fact that we have to clear out the hostel at the end of every session, I think I'd likely not want to go through that every now and then. But, again, the thing about humans is that, we always find a way to overcome whatever difficulty life or circumstances throws at us.
I remember my roommate telling me about how one of his course mate who would pay a hefty amount to buy a hostel space as for some reason she was always unlucky getting one. The money she paid at that time was even more expensive than the one we pay for our own accommodation that offers more privacy. Well, I guess that goes to say that one man's food is another man's poison.
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