Boarding school is a special place. A place where adventures are waiting to happen. A place where ingenuity is forged on the anvil of monotony. It’s a magical world. It’s the land of the fresh and the young. It’s a special place.

It’s also a stifling place. It is designed to keep imaginations inhibited and creativity crammed. It is the land of the routine. You knew your every move of the day in advance. It’s where Chance is a nobody and Fate a bystander. It runs like clockwork.
It never strikes thirteen.

(Volume 2, Issue 2, The Dohnavur Post)