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The Hostel

The Hostel - Herman Garris

I was very happy when I was admitted to one of the best colleges in the state. I had to move from Washington to Chicago to my new hostel. I packed my stuff and left for the new college. I was really excited about the new place, new people and the new college. I couldn’t stop thinking of the new life that was ahead.

I reached the place in the early-afternoon. The hostel was quite large and I was sure that I was going to have an excellent time there. I felt something in the air but I was only minimally struck by it so I ignored it. I spent my entire day in the registrations department doing paper work. I kept feeling something was wrong about the air I was breathing. As I was tired from the travel and all the work of the day, I simply made my bed and went to sleep.

I woke up at 6 am the next morning and started sneezing badly. The sneezes were endless. I was sneezing so hard that a senior living next to my room knocked at my door and asked what it is about. I was surprised by myself because I didn’t have an idea about it. I told him that I was feeling something wrong from the previous day.

He told me that the air in the hostel wasn’t good and the air quality needed to be tested. He also told me that there are many other boys having this sort of issue. He told me that several boys had started feeling issues with their respiratory processes. We talked for a while until I got a bit better and decided that we would talk to the warden the next day.

We went to the warden and discussed the issue with him. He said that he would call for the services of air quality testing Montreal. The team came the next day and brought their dust collection systems and units along them. They took an entire day in cleaning the place. We were watching them doing the work in the entire hostel.

We saw their systems at the end of the day. I was really surprised to see that there was immense about of dust which was collected by the workers. I did not have any idea that there would be too much dust in the entire place. Anyways, all is well that ends well. I slept quite well that night.


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