It is a known fact, that mistakes are a part of our life. Everyone from a very young age, has made mistakes - ones with either grave or minimal consequences. Nobody is perfect. So, there are times where we are reminded we are humans, through situations often reflected in the simple random mistakes we made.
I resumed quite early to school this session. As a result,I settled in before the semester began fully, and before many students resumed. Being a federal school, and my hostel, one of it’s structures, we are meant to secure new rooms, new bed spaces, reading tables, chairs and even beds at the beginning of every session. At these times, if you weren’t around, and you knew someone who was, the best thing is to ask them to help you secure your things, and lock them in a safe place, till you resume. I’ve done this, and I’ve also helped my friends do this.
Having resumed earlier this session, a friend of mine texted me to help her secure her room, bed space, bed and all the necessary things that will make her stay comfortable. She told me the room number, and since it was close to a room I’d stayed before, I went there blindly and secured a space for her in that room. Later on in the evening, I went with someone who had plans to reside in the room, to check out the room, and she pointed out the room number. That was where I realized I had made my first mistake.
Getting over it, I went ahead to two rooms after the initial one, and secured a space there. I was finally relieved to have done the job, so I informed her of the success of my mission. When she eventually resumed, it was on a Sunday. I went to church, and on getting back, I was told she came by while I was away. I went to the room i had locked to look for her, and a girl there told me that no one had resumed in the room that day. This was the first sign that I’d made a huge mistake but I chose to ignore it, and believed that she was probably still stalling in a friend’s room, and hadn’t packed in.
To cut the long story short, we met and the first thing she asked was ‘Frances what room did you lock?’ I described the room and she told me I was wrong. It was when she described the room’s location, that my mistake became glaring. I had assumed the room was next to my former room, since the numbers were close. You know what’s even worse? I had mixed up my former room number and done the job blindly.
When she pointed it out, I couldn’t help the embarrassment at how careless I was. It could have been something bigger than just securing a room. We were friends and we both laughed over it, but since last week, I couldn’t help the tinge of embarrassment I felt at that moment.
Thanks for reading.
This is my entry to the hive-students prompt for the week.