You could say that the smell of Dettol or some other brand like Dettol, piss and shit wafted from the drains to greet you. For some unexplained reason aside the weird desire to see students suffer or for a more prudent one about getting the young high school girls to exercise some more, the senior house mistresses declared that the girls were to use the small yellow gate which could only allow one girl at a time to pass through— talk about human traffic. So when the first years race to the dining hall at the sound of the eerily screechy siren there was always the possibility of a stampede or at least a bruised knee or peeling of an unhealed scab that one got from travailing through The Small Yellow Gate of More Returns.
The Big Yellow Double Gates when open could allow hordes of the high school girls at a go. It was positioned at the part of the boarding house that was much more convenient and closer to anything within (like the dining hall or classrooms) and without the school premises (like the highway that will always lead to the homes of the homesick high schoolers). Here, there was none with a Harry Potter-like longing for staying behind when school vacated. These big yellow gates welcomed the water tank, the toilet waste tank and nothing else.
The thought of siesta or bedtime is not enough to quell the groans of the girls as they pass by the heavily padlocked big yellow gates to The Small Yellow Gate of Many Returns. It’s really no surprise when their mattresses were perched on rickety, possibly tetanus infected triple bunk beds.
Actually, the groaning starts at 5 am chorused by squeaks of bed springs and thuds from jumping off the ladderless bunks at the sounds from the hoarse horn speaker siren.