Bonus photo-The Library
This is for unyc, who wonders how life as a boarder is. And for an aunt who wonders how you operate with 3 roommates (though she wont be reading this..). mark you, I said roommates not housemates. That means that privacy is only a dream away. So daily life is a struggle to overcome modesty and shyness. Thank God boarding high school gave me a start.
So the alarm goes off at 5.30 a.m. You naturally reach out and snooze it. But a minute later, a roommates’ also goes off and from there its an alarms galore. Thankfully, am trained to sleep through it all, so I doze off amidst noises of opening lockers and banging doors as guys go to the washroom. Around 7.30, a classmate comes in to ask for some clarification in some notes, coz there is a CAT at 8. You leap out of bed like the karate student u are, fully awake and rush to the shower. Of course by now, the hot water is over and the shower is ice cold. You tell yourself it is more refreshing than a warm shower anyway. And you are in a panicky mood coz there is that CAT you had forgotten about, but then your IQ is above average so u take deep calming breaths as u brush your teeth.
Dressing is an art, especially if u are shy or have some insecurity about your body. So when u get out of the shower, u go to the room, hang out your ‘unmentionables’ at the line at the balcony. If you hall faces the guys’ hall, be sure there will be a few peeping toms hoping your towel will fall. You now start dressing, making sure ur towel is still in place. A minute to 8, u are fully dressed, but no time for breakfast, combing your hair, make up or such like stuff, heck, u don’t even make your bed, even though your roommates will frown at you coz u are making the room have an untidy feel, but you can’t care about their feelings at a time like now.
Now, about what you wear when you go to bed. This occurs to you as you shove your sleeping clothes(unfolded) into the locker. if you are one of those people who love sleeping in your bday suit, this is not a good place to do it. You surely do not want your roommate who’s stumbling to the bathroom at odd hours to see ‘things’ as your blankets are all on the floor and u are in an acrobatic posture. This is the time to invest in a long sleeved cotton nightdress, complete with old tracks, woolen socks, a marvin or more commonly, mitumba stockings. For the record, let me add I don’t wear anything on my head when I go sleep.
If you have one of those sexy outfits for bedtime, save them for more private quarters. The guy you might want to impress is most likely not around, and as you head for the shower, u’ll meet that creep who keeps giving u the eye, and ur skin will literally be crawling as he scans u head to toe, u wish u had that long-sleeved cotton nightdress am advising you to get. The creep might crown it all with a lewd message, interspersed with several “please-call-me’s”. To make an already bad day worse, as u get out of the shower karaoking a song like Nelly’s Hot in here:
It’s getting hot in here (so what?)
So take off your clothes…
I am getting so hot…
Am gonna take my clothes off…
Just a lil bit..just a lil’ bit…get it all off..
Then you open the door, almost doing the jiggle that goes with it. And who do you find? The chairman of the Christian Union, having a prayer session with his sisters-in-christ. Awkward does not even begin to express the tension in the air. You do not have the grace to say hi as he does his best to avert his eyes, and you quickly grab the clothes u were to wear and dress in the bathroom.
You are not spared either if you are a guy. You can’t get away sleeping in just your boxers. That chick you have a secret crush on might be coming to your room as early as 7 o’clock to borrow assignment so she can download (copy, photocopy, dub..), and u sure as hell don’t want her seeing ur scrawny chest, or your fries-influenced one-pack. Of course u have been meaning to get that six pack, and a month of the low down gym at the students center has only served to increase your appetite.
On the days your alarm goes off and you actually wake up, intending to be the first in class, you make your bed, even time to listen to the radio as you take breakfast (instant coffee in a plastic cup, washed down with loaf or mandazi or oily doughnuts.). the radio is belting out gospel tunes and the presenter is irritating, but you stick to what your roommates want. By 7.45, you are ready to go to class, so you consult the timetable and oh no! this is the day your first class starts at 2p.m. Now you rue the wasted sleep.
That is why I love my Wednesdays, my classes start at 8.00 and end at 10 a.m. my roommates are usually busy, so I have the room to myself, for the day. I choose the music I want to listen to, at the volume I like, I wash my clothes and tidy up the room, then lie on my bed and read a novel, or doze in this cold weather.
That’s it for my mornings….part 2 is afternoons