The Saga Begins...

So let's get this out...I live on campus.

Pretty wierd, considering the fact that for the first year I spent in India(last year) I stayed in an appartment with my friends. Things may have gotten a teensy bit out of hand though, which is what led my parents to force me to live on campus for my second year of A Levels.

None of the wildness actually had anything to do with me though - I swear, I am an absolute saint, always have been. However, it's me who's staying here; the others are still partying until the early hours of morning, while I have to be in at - get this - 6:30 p.m.

You heard me - 6:30, every darn evening.

This would be because the hostel is run by nuns. Nuns who obviously care about us, our well-being, our safety and what not. Or nuns who don't have lives and are now taking out their frustration on us. I prefer to believe the latter.
Don't get me wrong - some of the nuns are quite nice, but these nice nuns are few and far between, like people who hate Megan Fox.
And in any case, these nice nuns aren't the ones in charge.

The warden of my hostel, a.k.a. The Beaver, is a strange creature. She is quite temperamental, smiling at me with all her 102 teeth(the front two being the most prominent) on one day, and berating me for the mess in my room on the next.

The worst part of it is the fact that I never have anything to do with the mess, which always belongs solely to my two roommates, Stephanie and Stacey. The Beaver will bemoan the fact that we are beyond salvation, and then(avoiding eye contact with Steph and Stace), look alternatively at me or towards heaven, whereupon she will declare that we better start cleaning up because the place looks like a supermarket/'gypsy's home'/railway station/fish market.

I have also observed her tendancy to introduce a new word into her vocabulary about once every two weeks, and then compulsively use said word as often as possible.

The word of the moment is now 'fox'.

The other day, she crept around the hostel at midnight, looking for people who might possibly be awake and disrupting the peace. Of course, those people would be none other than me and my buddies(none, of whom are my age, just by the way) :

Michelle, Aged 21

Marianne, Aged 20 (roomies)

Gayle, Aged 20
Jan, Aged 20 (roomies)

Nadine, Aged 20

Naila, Aged 20 (roomies)

I am the youngest in the whole hostel. But I digress.

As I was saying, it was our infamous gang sitting in Michelle's and Marianne's room when The Beaver came up and demanded that we get back to our respective rooms, because it was deplorable, the sneaking around(???!) we were doing, and aren't we just like foxes, stealthily creeping, noiselessly, in the dead of the night.

Two days later, on a bright Sunday morning we were gathered in Nadine and Naila's room, exchanging light banter(otherwise known as bitching about the nuns), when lo and behold, The Beaver arrived, to tell us off for being so loud.....like foxes.

Just shoot us, why don't you?