Description
My first day in the school dormitory.. After enrolling in university, I had a lot of things to do. A place to stay. First of all, I had to evaluate some of the opportunities provided by our state. For this, I had to fill out some paperwork and send them somewhere. Too many people are trying this method and only a limited number of people can benefit from it. There are not enough rooms and beds for everyone. If you can't stay in a student dormitory, what you have to do is rent a house, which is very tiring and not economical at all. I was lucky.. So when I first found out, I felt lucky. I was very excited when the lady on duty showed me my room. Just before opening the door, she said, "follow the rules and get along with your friends, don't do anything you'll regret when you remember these days years later." It was a perfectly reasonable speech, and I thought to myself, "This woman may be right." And the door opened.. What is that? There was a group of female students in the room. It was a shared room and we will be living here for 10 people. It was a bit annoying to find out at that moment, because there was no such thing in my dreams. A room by myself, in the morning I will make my coffee and listen to music, I will dress and go to school, when I come in the evening I will do my homework, relax in the silence.. And now I had to meet these nine girls. I tell the girls my name, and they tell me their names one by one. At those moments I don't hear anyone's voice, just a hum, like a big generator is running. I glance around the room as I tell the girls that I'm glad to meet them one by one. Five double bunk beds, two single cupboards next to the bunk beds, a small coffee table and personal items on it, god this is like a military ward, 10 people in this small room? Then I saw a door in one corner of the room that went to another area, one of the girls said, "Come, I'll show you the common area" as I was heading towards it. After walking through the door, I saw a slightly more spacious workspace. After Dormitory, this place was like a gift, but it was still a small space. At that time, I thought, "You can't spend four years here, Ilayda, you can't even spend a year.." The first days were really hard, none of us were satisfied with this crowded life. While waiting for my course schedule to be announced these days, I looked at some job postings. I went to the interview a few times, all the businesses said they were looking for full-time employees. My motivation was destroyed, I saw a small advertisement while walking exhausted,
“Would you like to work at the ‘dot printing’ art workshop?”
'of course I would, man'
"then come to flower street no: 6"
'Of course sir'
While I was running, the song 'Hooverphonic - Mad about you' started playing in my head and I entered the world of dreams. While various thoughts were running through my head in turn, I saw the 'flower street' sign, I quickened my steps, I was out of breath when I got to number nine. I took a few deep breaths and went inside. Short, white skin, colored hair, a sweet old woman, a dress with colorful flowers..
“Here you go girl”
'Hello! I saw an ad.. For work..'
“Oh yeah? Gosh! I hung that ad last year.”
'Sorry to hear that.. So you're not looking for staff anymore?'
"No, girl, no for now"
I thanked her and left, slowly walked down the street, I thought what a powerful source of energy hope is. I felt tired again, the road ahead seemed very long and I had no strength left. There were only a few steps left to return to the street,
“My daughter, my daughter”
'Welcome Sir'
"Come on, let's talk again"
Wow, it's like a movie scene..
In those days, I learned:
I always tried to be a balanced person, I thought that balance was protecting me but actually it was limiting me.. If I had stayed in a single room, maybe I wouldn't have looked for a job at all. If I hadn't worked in that workshop, I wouldn't know much of what I know today. Our comfort zones are our killer..