Even since i first stepped foot on Sheffield's soil, i had lived in a house. I had never lived in a hall before, and hence had no clue what it actually feels like to live in one. My friends have shared their hall-living experiences before, and to be frank, some of them do sound scary. haha. And i guess, to hear it from others and to experience it by oneself are two different things. And Allah has somehow planned for me to experience it myself, without having to live in student hall.
I had to live in a student accommodation when i was in Doncaster for my paeds placement. I had to share 4 bathrooms and 2 kitchen with 20 other medical students (3rd years and above). And hence, i got to feel what its like to live in a hall. This hall is a mixed hall. Yes, you got it right. Us boys and girls have to live under one roof. huhu. In fact, both of the rooms next to mine were occupied by the males. huhu. And my room had been accidentally 'invaded' by them. The funny thing was we have our names printed on the door of our rooms. So, i think it should be IMPOSSIBLE for us to mistakenly walked into another person's room. But, there was this one guy who kept walking into my room, claiming the incidents to be accidental! Hello, can't you read. The door says NUR ROMLI. Not Chuck! He walked in once when i was on my way back from toilet, and the second time when i was in the room, thankfully behind the door! He just laughed his head off everytime he did that, as if that was hilarious. That was nothing but funny, ok. After those two terrifying experiences, i never failed to ensure my door was locked everytime i went in and out of the room.
And now, my favourite topic of the day. The kitchen. The kitchen that had to be shared with 20 other medics. Despite the huge number of students sharing the kitchen, we were provided with 2 mini fridges only. Can you just imagine how all of our stuffs have to be crammed in 2 fridges. Apparently, all 20 of us were passionate milk consumer. So all 20 of us had had to buy at least 1 L pint of milk each (interesting how neither of us had thought of the idea of sharing!). And to actually crammed all of them in 2 mini fridges certainly requires skill! haha. And somehow, we managed. And, to put food in fridge is one thing, to take it out is another pain in the butt! huhu. It sometimes can take forever trying to find your food in the piles of food crammed in the small fridge. Believe me, it was like finding a needle in a hay stick. If you are lucky enough, you will find your food in one piece. And sometimes, you just can't find your food no matter how thorough you search for it because the food is already resting in peace in someone elses' tummy! huhu. How irresponsible some can be.
The kitchen itself is fine, superb even. It is just the people who were using it that gave me the headache. Don't get me started on the unwashed dishes, or the uncleaned table. And, the final years somehow just love to hang around in the kitchen for AGES, and this just hindered us from cooking our meal in harmony. If there were only 2 or 3 of them, i am cool with it. BUT, this is like 5-6 of them, cramping in the small kitchen. If they are cooking or eating their meals, that's fine. But noooo. Instead of loitering in the HUGE tv lounge which is just a few steps away from the kitchen, they chose to play blackjack or read magazines or gossip or even do their revisions in the kitchen. As a result, we had no space to cook. Consequently, we had to wait for them to leave the kitchen before we can start cooking our meal. And that, mind you, can take forever. huhu.
Oh gosh. that was just some of my experience of living in a hall. Thankfully it was just for 7 weeks.
I had to live in a student accommodation when i was in Doncaster for my paeds placement. I had to share 4 bathrooms and 2 kitchen with 20 other medical students (3rd years and above). And hence, i got to feel what its like to live in a hall. This hall is a mixed hall. Yes, you got it right. Us boys and girls have to live under one roof. huhu. In fact, both of the rooms next to mine were occupied by the males. huhu. And my room had been accidentally 'invaded' by them. The funny thing was we have our names printed on the door of our rooms. So, i think it should be IMPOSSIBLE for us to mistakenly walked into another person's room. But, there was this one guy who kept walking into my room, claiming the incidents to be accidental! Hello, can't you read. The door says NUR ROMLI. Not Chuck! He walked in once when i was on my way back from toilet, and the second time when i was in the room, thankfully behind the door! He just laughed his head off everytime he did that, as if that was hilarious. That was nothing but funny, ok. After those two terrifying experiences, i never failed to ensure my door was locked everytime i went in and out of the room.
And now, my favourite topic of the day. The kitchen. The kitchen that had to be shared with 20 other medics. Despite the huge number of students sharing the kitchen, we were provided with 2 mini fridges only. Can you just imagine how all of our stuffs have to be crammed in 2 fridges. Apparently, all 20 of us were passionate milk consumer. So all 20 of us had had to buy at least 1 L pint of milk each (interesting how neither of us had thought of the idea of sharing!). And to actually crammed all of them in 2 mini fridges certainly requires skill! haha. And somehow, we managed. And, to put food in fridge is one thing, to take it out is another pain in the butt! huhu. It sometimes can take forever trying to find your food in the piles of food crammed in the small fridge. Believe me, it was like finding a needle in a hay stick. If you are lucky enough, you will find your food in one piece. And sometimes, you just can't find your food no matter how thorough you search for it because the food is already resting in peace in someone elses' tummy! huhu. How irresponsible some can be.
The kitchen itself is fine, superb even. It is just the people who were using it that gave me the headache. Don't get me started on the unwashed dishes, or the uncleaned table. And, the final years somehow just love to hang around in the kitchen for AGES, and this just hindered us from cooking our meal in harmony. If there were only 2 or 3 of them, i am cool with it. BUT, this is like 5-6 of them, cramping in the small kitchen. If they are cooking or eating their meals, that's fine. But noooo. Instead of loitering in the HUGE tv lounge which is just a few steps away from the kitchen, they chose to play blackjack or read magazines or gossip or even do their revisions in the kitchen. As a result, we had no space to cook. Consequently, we had to wait for them to leave the kitchen before we can start cooking our meal. And that, mind you, can take forever. huhu.
Oh gosh. that was just some of my experience of living in a hall. Thankfully it was just for 7 weeks.
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