The Travails of Boarding School 1

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INTRO

Boarding Schools are special kind of schools, where hostels are built to accommodate the students as they won't be going back home to see their parents at the end of each day, except if the school is not in session. 
People that attended boarding schools would understand that it's a nice place to be and at the same time, a horrible place to be depending on the nature of the school. 

My boarding school experience was a topsy-turvy one. One mixed with moments of joy and sadness, with the latter being more prominent.
 I attended a military school, so this rollercoaster, wasn't fun at all. My travails in the school started from the very first day I stepped my foot into the school premises. 


Before I was admitted into the school, I made inquires so as to ascertain the nature of the school, their feeding system, and the nature of their hostels. I got feedback that the students in the school are well taken care of, well-fed, and eats chicken occasionally. Did they lie? I obviously wouldn't know because I haven't been there. I believed all I was told and I could not tell if they were saying the truth or not. 

FIRST DAY IN SCHOOL

The school was situated very far from our area of residence, so I and my parents had to undergo an interstate travel, covering over 242 kilometers before we got there. On getting there, we were ushered into the school and were asked to proceed to the clearance section. We moved to the clearance section, finished up with clearance and I was handed over to a staff that would act as my guardian throughout my stay in the school. 

DAWN OF REALITY

Some of the students that were hanging around the gate area, were asked to help me convey my belongings to the school hostel. They were so many that I couldn't keep track of them. When we got to the T-junction, some of the students who were in possession of my properties moved straight, why some turned to the right. I asked them, if they knew where we were going to, they replied and said that we were all going to arrive at the same destination. When I got to the hostel, I found that some of my properties had been diverted by those that were asked to escort me to the hostel. It was painful, but what could I do? I was new to the environment and I literally didn't know anybody. 

I also realized that all the lockers in hostel were already occupied as the old students resumed a month earlier. No provisions were made for the new students, So I had no other option than to keep my properties in my box, which wasn't safe enough because it was visible to persons around, and the zip could easily be broken by thieves alike. 

While I was in the hostel, a bell was rung. I asked the people around what the bell meant; they told me it was the dining bell and that all students should move to the refectory. I locked my bag and moved to the refectory. On getting there, I discovered that I was lied to, the food there was barely up to standard, but what could I do. I ate the food, went to the tap, and drank water. It was a horrific experience. 
At night, I sat on my bed and was sobbing heavily; things weren't the way I envisaged, and my parents were not there for me to run up to. There was literally no shoulder for me to cry on.

To Be Continued ...............

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APRIL 27, 2022.