MY BOARDING SCHOOL EXPERIENCE -5

MY BOARDING SCHOOL EXPERIENCE -5

I want to go home

Remember my guardians? I hadn’t spoken to any one of them since I resumed, neither had they reached out to me. I barely knew their names and I had no idea where their offices where,I had concluded that my very first encounter with them was my last.

It was break time on Wednesday when someone came to my classroom seeking for me. I was surprised and scared at the same time. I mean I don’t know anyone so why should I be sought for? She said Aunty Nancy asked her to bring me to her office.

My heart started racing fast. Who is Aunty Nancy? Why am I needed in her office? Am I in trouble? I haven’t even spent a week in school, this wouldn’t mean trouble right? I followed her anyway, I realized Aunty Nancy was one of my guardians. She welcomed me with a smile and asked after my welfare.

I told her I didn’t know how I was feeling but I was alive and urgently needed to speak to my mother. She nodded and placed me on a call, told me to hide in a corner because break was almost over. As soon as the call connected, I burst into tears and started telling my mom how much I wanted to go home.

“I miss home, I don’t want to be here anymore”, I cried.

“Why”?

“I just want to go home, everything is terrible here, the people, the food, the teachers, the hostel, everything. Do you know I haven’t used the toilet since Friday?” I asked.

“Jesus! Why?! Do you know how risky that is? 5 days no toilet?”

“The toilet is so bad, I can’t use it, I will contract infections. Please I just want to go home.”

“Jesus! Is it that bad? Ask your sister how she does it now or use nylon.”

“Nylon? I said mortified. How do I use nylon to poop? How will I do it? This place is terrible, it is not fit for humans, I want to go home.”

“We thought you wanted to go to boarding school.”πŸ˜‚

“I don’t want it anymore, I want to go home.”

“Stop crying, don’t worry you will come home, we miss you.David has been crying since you left, he is a baby but he knows you’re not here. He has not allowed anyone carry him since you left,he keeps crying because he misses you.”

I smiled through my tears,blew my nose and said “I miss him too that’s why I want to go home.”

“You will come back home don’t worry, just find a way to go to toilet first”. My mom consoled.

“I will try, I have to go break is already over.”

“Bye, make sure you go to toilet and also eat.”

“Alright,bye.”

I left the corner with red eyes and runny nose. Aunty Nancy stood up and hugged me, “it is going to be OK,” she said.”I just want to go home”, I said as I wiped my tears.

“You would be fine don’t worry, with time you will get used to everything and wouldn’t want to go home anymore. Always know I’m here for you, you can always come to me whenever you need anything.I know I told you you’re scheduled for Wednesdays and Fridays but until you get used to everything you can see me anytime you need something.”

“Now wipe your tears”,she said as she handed me some tissue papers, she gave me some money and told me to sign.

That was the moment I fell in love. In that moment, I knew I had covering, I no longer felt alone. I still wanted to go home though but I could manage for a bit knowing Aunty Nancy was around. I went back to class feeling better.

When I got back to hostel it seemed as if all the seniors were angry and wanted to take it out on js1 students in Annex hostel, so they took the the siesta period very seriously, fishing out and punishing disobedient girls.

I wasn’t feeling sleepy but I laid down and closed my eyes. I felt someone tap my foot. ‘Hmmm’ I thought. I rose up and looked at her with my eyes inquiring what the problem could be.

“I have been noticing you, you seem mature, how old are you?”

“I am 13.”

“Where do you stay?”

“Lagos.”

“Wow! ( They always saw Lagosians as the cool ones). What do your parents do?”

“My dad is an engineer, my mom is a nurse.”

“Are you half caste? I love your accent.”

“No, I replied. Wondering what accent she was referring to.”

“So where are you from?”

“Abia and Imo.”

“But your grandma is half caste?”

“No.”

What is this girl asking me so many irritating and annoying questions? I thought.

“Js1 what?”

“Ss1H.”

“Ss1H?! H class?! What are you doing here?! She shouted, attracting the attention of other seniors who were now filing to my corner”.

“Can you believe this girl is in ss1? She asked.”

“Ss1? So what are you doing in this hostel?” The other asked.

“This is the hostel they put me in,” I replied.

“Chinweotito! Please come”, calling a purple house prefect.

“What?” Chinweotito asked when she got to my corner.

“Why did you people put this girl in annex block?” She’s in ss1.

“Ss1? How come?” Chinweotito asked me.

Verrrrry goood question, thought. “I don’t know,” I replied.

“I will look for a space for you in purple house hostel.”

“OK, thanks.”

By the time all these was over,siesta period had ended. The girl that tapped me told me her name and told me to come and check her in her corner that night. All the boarding school lesbian stories my bunkie had been telling me about quickly came to mind. Hmmm, I thought. Maybe she just wants to be friends πŸ€·β€β™€οΈ. Fortunately, she wasn’t in that night and I quickly discarded every thought about her.

Days went by, and there was still no news about my hostel transfer so I thought Chinweotito had completely forgotten about me. ‘It is fine,’ I thought. She doesn’t owe me anything.

I was going to class on Sunday when I saw some students picking the ground. I was about to make a U -turn back to hostel when I sighted senior Chinweotito. When I got closer, she asked me to pick a little and then meet her. After I was done, she told me she had gotten a space for me in her room and I could move in that day.

I was super elated! I rushed back to annex hostel in excitement, I could not wait to leave plus it was already getting awkward with seniors trying to hit up on me. Moving was not hard at all since my bags were already packed. Annex hostel was very tight and I never really opened my box, there was literally never a reason to open it,since I had to wear my 1 day wear everyday.

I bade my bunkie goodbye and off I went to purple house, block 2 room let. The very beginning of good times in FGGC Umuahia.

This Post Has 11 Comments

  1. Sylvia

    πŸ˜‚πŸ€£πŸ€£πŸ€£πŸ€£πŸ€£dudeeee!! I just like also read part 4 now and I’ve laughing for a long time now…I remember the orientation part and all and the jumping of windows it was absolutely hilarious πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

    1. Chiamaka Kalu

      πŸ˜‚ πŸ˜‚ πŸ˜‚ Alexander made me do it. We weren’t friends then..

  2. Azbia

    You have deep observation of kids of boarding school. For sone people its enjoyment while other feels depression

    1. Chiamaka Kalu

      Hi, thanks. Lol I guess it is almost the sane every where..

  3. Ifeoma

    Wowwww nice piece
    Such an experience

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