My life on campus (1)

This is the first in the series. It is a story about students and what goes on in the dorms. I hope you enjoy it.

    My first day in the hostel.
All my life I attended school as a day student and I have never been in a hostel before. At home, I have my own room, a whole wardrobe for my stuff(not just a part of it) and I don't have to share with anyone except when we had visitors of course which was not a regular occurrence. So the prospect of sharing a room with different, unknown people from various backgrounds for a duration of at least three months was a bit frightening to me.
   The day I resumed, after paying the necessary fees, I went to the office to be assigned accommodation with my parents albeit a feeling of slight trepidation. On getting into the hostel I signed in and moved my things to my room. I was officially on my own in a world I knew nothing about. At that point in time, I did feel like running towards my parents to plead with them to take me back home. Knowing what their response would be, I toughened up and stayed back.
   When the initial bout of homesickness calmed down, I scanned the room and chose my bed. After the meeting my new roommates- 3 of them; some friendly, others indifferent, I then settled down to the task of stuffing about 3 months of supplies- clothes, provisions, shoes and other miscellaneous items into a tiny shelf with 3 layers called "the wardrobe". Considering the size of the wardrobe( I like to call it a locker), it was impossible for everything to fit in so I had to leave the remaining items in my suitcase.
   With the luggage out of the way, I made my bed and set out to freshen up with my bucket and toiletries. I had to carry a bucket to the bathroom which was not a normal thing for me during my pre-hostel days (at home) so it was a bit strange for me at the beginning.
  Lo and behold, when I got to d bathroom (about 15-20 steps away depending on the length of your strides), I saw that the bathroom had 2 rows of about 7 cubicles on each side with no doors. "What happened to the doors?" I silently asked myself. Those already use to the system were busy having their baths oblivious to the fact that everyone could see them. After getting over the initial shock and discomfort, braced up and had my bath then settled in for the night, having a slight dread of what the next day had in store for me.
   What was your first day in the hostel like? Your comments are highly welcome.