One unforgettable experience in my life that felt like punishment at the time was when my parents decided to send me to the hostel during my secondary school days.
To be honest, I didn’t like the idea one bit. The thought of staying in a completely new environment, far away from home and surrounded by unfamiliar faces, just didn’t sit well with me. I was only 11 years old at the time, and the transition was a lot for me to handle emotionally. I remember that first day clearly—I cried my eyes out. Everything felt strange. I missed my family terribly, especially my mum, and it was just so hard adjusting to sleep in the same room with so many other students. There was no privacy, no comfort, and definitely no mummy to run to.
At some point, I began to feel like my parents had done something wicked to me. I didn’t understand why they would send me so far away from home to face such stress. I tried so many times to convince my mum to change my school. I begged her whenever she came to visit, hoping she would understand how miserable I felt, but she always said no. It was really frustrating, and for the longest time, I felt like she didn’t care about how I was feeling.
Living in the hostel meant I had to start doing things I wasn’t used to. I had to sweep the room, wash my clothes, iron my uniforms, fetch water, and handle several other responsibilities that were completely new to me. I struggled a lot at first. There were days I cried while doing chores and nights, I just wanted to be home, even if it was just for a few hours.
But funny enough, with time, I began to adapt. I got used to the routine. I started learning how to take care of myself, how to be disciplined, and how to manage my time. I didn’t realize it then, but all those uncomfortable experiences were actually preparing me for something bigger.
Looking back now, I’m grateful for that phase of my life. It helped me build responsibility and independence at a young age. Today, I can conveniently do chores without waiting for anyone to push me. I understand the value of hard work and taking care of my own space. In fact, entering university was way easier for me because I had already experienced living away from home and being accountable for myself.
That experience taught me that sometimes, what feels like punishment in the moment might actually be preparation for the future. I didn’t see it then, but looking back now, i am excited i had that experience, and now I know that my parents made that decision out of love and with my growth in mind.
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