I don’t know if it’s just my hostel, but why is it that the minute I finally sit down to study, the universe decides to test my patience? 
You’ll have one person loudly on call with their boyfriend, another singing random Bollywood songs at full volume (I swear I heard Kal Ho Na Ho three times yesterday), and of course the one soul who’s playing reels on speaker instead of using earphones.
And I’ll just be sitting there, highlighter in hand, wondering why do I even try? 
I’ve now mastered the art of moving around with my books, like some lost nomad, trying to find a quiet corner. Sometimes it’s the terrace, sometimes it’s the mess after lunch when it’s empty. And on really bad days? The bathroom (don’t judge, desperate times call for desperate measures).
If you’ve survived MBBS hostel life without dreaming of soundproof study cabins you’re built different 
Buddy to keep up w the chaos