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Personal hostel experiences
Unlike other kids, I was thrilled to go to the hostel, eager for the freedom and absence of family rules.
On the first night, my mom left me in the hostel in tears, but as soon as I entered my room and saw the bed, I couldn't help but jump in with excitement, feeling the rush of newfound freedom.
Our warden, who was like a second mother to me, witnessed all our antics from my window.
With three other roommates, we engaged in all sorts of mischief. Our nightly routine included waking up at 3 a.m., taking a quick shower, and then returning to bed just in time for the 6 a.m. study session. After our late-night studies, we'd gather for coffee and biscuits from 10 to 11, where we'd gossip about classmates and share...
On the first night, my mom left me in the hostel in tears, but as soon as I entered my room and saw the bed, I couldn't help but jump in with excitement, feeling the rush of newfound freedom.
Our warden, who was like a second mother to me, witnessed all our antics from my window.
With three other roommates, we engaged in all sorts of mischief. Our nightly routine included waking up at 3 a.m., taking a quick shower, and then returning to bed just in time for the 6 a.m. study session. After our late-night studies, we'd gather for coffee and biscuits from 10 to 11, where we'd gossip about classmates and share...
