My First Day in the Boarder School

Some people may have felt so happy the first day they were enrolled into the college. Mine was an adventure. I was thrown into a hinterland college in a primitive village in my Local Government Area to study and leave there as a boarder. Perhaps my parents heard from someone a friend that the though institution would shape my personality.

I was scared as we were traveling along the hooplike and bushy road but came to feel better when I saw the sign post like that of the National Zoological Center written "welcome to St. kizito's Secondary School Umuchima". The driver drove through the narrow road heading towards the school there I saw students of various form in their uniform moving thro and fro the school main road. A car stooped at the old built calm dormitory at the time students were taking their semester. I was helped by the driver to get down my properties but I knew it wasn't my decision to leave there but God did not forbid. My parents took me to the seminarian who was the brother in charge of the junior class. He too was from my community. He welcomed us in an odd room demarcated by a wooden wall. I thought it was a dream but it was indeed reality.

After a brief discussion, the brother took me alongside with my properties to a special corner meant for the weenies (by that I mean those are not strong because they are new or are being browbeaten) I was a weeny bit scared when I noticed all the inmates were older than me. Some were smoking garri (dried and parboiled cassava). Soon after I have been assigned a bed, we came out to say bye to my parents and the driver. I sensed the corny driver understand that I must have dashed to a primitive college. In the same vein, I felt I have been hood-winked by my parents who brought me to such an agony land.

They drove off the school compound in a jiffy without waving hands for me. Sorry poor Michael. Immediately after that, the dormitory captain in Junior School 3 approached me with a cane asking me to change my mufti to the school uniform which I did with fear. I wept like Jesus in the garden of Gethsemane before the inmates of the general hall A because of shame and harassments I experienced from the captain plus my dwelling in a land enough to cause me sick. I felt like running after our car and never stay for I couldn't stand the holier-than-thou attitude of the dormitory captain. I had the inmates hooting with laughter as I cried.

I was made strong when I saw some other new weenies lay on their beds. I did same to relieve my self from pains and stresses. The older students looked at us as moguls. They pay more attention to us and took care of our provisions. I started off being quite matte and matey with students as the only modus vi-vendi. That was my first day at school.