I’m a 19F, just finished my 1st year of college and about to enter 2nd year. My 2nd sem exams? Yeah… let’s just say they went “okay,” which in my standards basically means not okay at all — but whatever, we move.
So here’s the chaos.
Background first: I was living in a hostel for my entire first year. And honestly? It was pretty good… except for the million restrictions. No smoking, no loud music, no calls after 10:30 PM, no washing machine, no fridge, no induction, no late-night talks, and the worst crime of all — curfew at 10:30.
And me? I followed exactly zero of those rules. Like not even by accident. I strongly believe rules are suggestions… and I love ignoring suggestions.
Still, I met some decent to really good people. Nothing “omg best friends forever,” but yeah, memories were made.
Now fast forward to my last exam — which went absolutely terrible (love that for me). The moment I stepped out of the exam hall, my brother texts: “Pack your bags.”
Excuse me?? I hadn’t slept the whole night because, you know, exams. And instead of resting like a normal human, I obviously went out with my so-called friends (not even sure if I’ll talk to them next year, but okay).
In my head, I was like: “There’s enough time to pack later.”
Reality: THERE WAS NOT.
I came back and started packing at 6:30 PM. And bro… when I say I had a lot of stuff, I mean A LOT. Like where did all this even come from?? Did I open a secret store in my room??
My friends were helping me pack, we were stuffing clothes everywhere, and by 11 PM my hands were literally dying. Meanwhile, my phone was exploding — brother, mom, cousin — everyone calling and texting like:
“Done?”
“Done?”
“DONE???”
And I’m just there surrounded by chaos like: no, I am not done, I am fighting for my life here.
Finally finished at 11. Then obviously, it was time for group photos. Because priorities. So there I am, with my tired face, dark circles deeper than my future, clicking 10,000 pictures.
My warden? She wanted me OUT. Immediately. Honestly, she had given up on me long ago. At first she used to scold me, but later… she just accepted her fate.
My roommates? Oh God. One of them talked SO MUCH that during exams I genuinely wanted to disappear. I literally decided: never again with a Tamil roommate. Lesson learned.
Anyway, we took a ton of pictures for “memories,” and then came the dramatic goodbye moment.
You won’t believe it — one of my roommates actually cried. Probably because I was funny and kept cracking jokes… or maybe she was just emotional, who knows.
But honestly? No one was that close to my heart. It takes a lot for me to actually get attached.
And then… my brother arrived. That was it. The final exit. Hostel chapter closed.
Next chapter: shifting to a flat.
(And trust me, THAT story is a whole different level of chaos — packing was just the trailer 😂)