Something good for me in hostel ..........'''''''

In my opinion, hostel life has its own pains and pleasure. Hostel life gives us opportunity to learn and experience many new things. I can never forget my first day in the hostel.
Here In the hostel, we learn to value things and advice of our parents. All fellow hostellers seem to me as part of my family. Back home, my mother used to always instruct me not to waste water, electricity, food etc. But I didn’t listen to her. In the hostel, I have to strictly follow these rules like cleaning the room, maintaining the garden etc. If I break them, I am punished. We have to wash bathrooms, corridor, maintain the garden, etc .One thing about the hostel, which really impressed me was the concept of “wing meetings”.
For every wing there is an In-charge, who takes care of it. In my first wing meeting, we new hostellers were asked to introduce ourselves and were made aware of the hostel rules and regulations. We were told not to use more than one bucket of water, not to wash clothes while taking bath. I remembered my mother and her advices. I was such a lazy girl at home but here in the hostel, I have learnt the value of time. My parents are really happy to see the change in me.(-:) (-:)

A day in the life ........''''''''

I want to say that, my first day in Agra was not good for me. This was my first time when I left my parents so I was very tense. When I reached Agra I found that my hostel form was missing, and my warden said Where is your hostel form, I said that I don’t have my hostel form and my hostel form is at my friend’s room. So I am going at my friend’s room to bring the form. When I reached at my friend room, I felt that I had lost my money, It was shocking for me and I was in dilemma that what to do and what not to do but suddenly, my father’s advice came in my mind that in new place (where, there is no relative) only money helps you so it was very bad for me .Then after taking my form and came to my hostel. My warden told me where the signature of Dean is. Again she told me that I want a form signed by Dean ,then I went to university for signature but… , Dean was not there it was also shocking for me because it was must for me , then I waited there for three hours. After that I came in hostel and submitted my hostel form to warden mam .
Then saw my room & my room number was 220, at that time I thanked God because room number was 220 not 420. Then I saw my room mate. This was also good for me because my room mate also belongs to my city and she was my batch mate in 10+2 so I was very happy. )-:) (-:)(-:)