Wednesday, September 2. 2009
When I first read Amy Tan’s “Fish Cheeks,” I marveled at her ability to not only paint pictures with words, but to flesh out those pictures with other sensations. It seems like Tan’s just cataloging the items in her mother’s kitchen – the fish and its bulging eyes, the spongy tofu, the prawns’ black cords. But she has a real gift for adjectives; she knows how to describe without over-describing, which is harder to do than you might think.
Consider the way she describes the pile of squid. Rather than list five words describing the creatures, she comes up with the detail that will stick out most in our minds (the tire-tread knife marks), uses it, and resists the temptation to use other, less-powerful words as well. That sort of eye for detail, as well as the ability to differentiate between the best detail and the others, takes a lot of practice to acquire...but I hope to help you acquire it!
For our exercise today, I’d like you to walk around a room that (hopefully) couldn't be less like a kitchen. It's your bedroom - the place where you can catch your breath, sleep, etc. (Bring a pen and a piece of paper with you.) Jot down notes about every single detail you notice, especially the ones that identify the room as yours. You’ll run up a pretty big list...but you won’t end up using all of them.
Next, head to a computer and open a Word document. In this document, you’ll re-type the details you noticed – but only the really good ones (the ones you love, or the ones that allow you to use Tan-esque memorable language). This lets you filter out anything mundane and concentrate on the things that are worth spending your time writing about!
Now that you have your details, I want you to describe your room – a unique dwelling that’s yours and yours alone. (Unless you share with siblings, of course.) What about your room distinguishes it from the bedroom where the student who sits next to you sleeps? Which details will allow us (i.e., your audience) to imagine your room in full sensory detail – the way things smell, or the way things feel?
Your description should be a minimum of two paragraphs long. Each paragraph must be at least five sentences long. (Do not write less than this.) While you can write more, you won’t necessarily need to; write as much as you need to write in order to help me imagine your entire room, from floor to ceiling. (Remember, Amy Tan just spent one paragraph, but you probably aren’t having any trouble picturing that kitchen!) Spelling, punctuation, grammar, and sentence mechanics all count towards your grade. You have a number of days to work on this, so compose your replies carefully! (It's smart to write your entry in Word or a similar word-processing program so you can spell-check your work before posting.)
As per the usual, you are also required to write a response to at least two other posts. Make sure your reply is a legitimate response/reaction to what the poster originally wrote; ideally, they’ll be able to reply to your reply! Try to respond to the feedback you receive as well!
Your post and feedback are due by 11:59pm on Friday, September 4th. If you have questions, please send me an e-mail.
Good luck, and welcome to the blog!
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My room has nothing special. When you think of it it is just like any other room except there are people walking in and out. Even though I do not like having people sit on my bed while I study on the table, I do not have any objections. The only thing bad about the room is it is hot all year round even in the winter. When I walk in I just sit on my chair and ado homework. Unlike other beds my bed is real tall.
When I walk in I see black marks on the wall and red dots on my carpet. The celling has bean freshly painted so it is white. When I turn to the left I see my computer table with a laptop next to my home computer. When I move a little to the side I see a water bottle with no water on my bed. my toys are stored under my bed with my clarinet. The room is dark most of the time because of the only one window. Ten feet away from the bed there is a closet where I put my clothes and my two bikes. There is an empty space where my games used to be now they are gone. That is my room hope you can imagine it.
I really like your description!! I was just hoping that you could write some metaphors to make the the writing more live! Again, I really like your writing style!
I like the way you talk about the room, I can picture your room in my head. Good job!
I love how you actually describe your room with writing about the black marks and the red dots on your carpet.
its really good. i like the way you described the wall and the carpet. i think you could have ended it better. other than that is was really good!!
I loved the way you made your room seem ordinary, but also explained the items you had in your room that makes it yours.
I enjoyed reading about your room.
It was very descriptive, and i saw your room to be more unique than other rooms
i can imagine your room simple yet original, i like how you can fit 2 bikes in your closet! that must be a really big closet!
That was a good description, I almost felt like as if I was in your room. You had a handful of good details, good job.
yep, I agree, if you added more comparisons such as similes and metaphors, your writing would be a lot more interesting, but its still good.
I love how you have an ordinary room. I hope your empty game space gets filled up again!
I liked your description, but you could have put more comparisons
i love how you mentioned a water bottle with no water in it, on your bed. That was oretty cool.
My room is not that big but it makes me feel at home. I spend most of my time in the living room, so I don't go in that much. At night, I like to stay in my room while it's nice an cool. But in the day time, I just like to stay in the living room with the a.c. on. When I am in the room, I'd like the door to stay closed so the cool air doesn't go out.
As you enter my room, you can see a bed just by the corner. To the right of the bed, you could see a mirror and a window just right above it. My room isn't all fancy, it's just a plane room where I sleep and chill. My closet is directly across the bed, so when you go in. You need to turn to your left to see it. I have a T.V in my room and I usually stay up and watch it when I'm bored. I hope now you get an image of what it looks like.
its good I can picture you watching tv. You should use some more descriptions though, it will be better.
Unlike all the others, you don't stay in your room as often as others.
Nice description on the room, but I think you could have added a little more.
And I think you meant "plain" rather than "plane"
I like your both paragraphs. I can imagine 99.9% of you room.
hey dude, good job! I can imagine you in your room right now watching TV. It's similar to my room
Hey, your just like me! I spend most of my time in the living room too. I can just imagine you laying down on your bed watching T.V! Good Job!
I like my room. It's the only place that I like to be at when I'm in my house. I'm relaxed when I'm there and everything seems so perfect and calm. My room is just an ordinary room, with a big bed, a big mirror, and a big desk; although my room is not that big. It is full of memories of my friends that I will never forget.
I have white walls, white carpet, and white ceiling. Everything is so normal, yet so different. I have a really big desk; the ones that they have at a big office. Next to my desk is a fireplace, which I never actually used, but it just adds a little bit to the picture. I have a TV next to my fireplace and in front of that is my bed. That is my room; a place that I belong to.
I love the descriptions in paragraph 1 and how you said "It is full of memories of my friends that I will never forget"
I love how in the last sentence you said “a place that I belong to”. I would also say that about my room because I spend most of my time in there also.Great Qwote
"I'm relaxed when I'm there and everything seems so perfect and calm", that is exactly what I feel when i am in my own room too.
people just loves their rooms!!
I liked how the carpet, walls, and ceiling were all white! It sounded so holy!
"Everything is so normal, yet so different." I love how you said that! It really makes you think. Also that's pretty cool you have a fireplace in your room! Pretty handy during the winter right?
There is a sign on the door to my room that says 'Main Bridge.' That is the name of the room. The walls are painted blue-gray and the floor is stained a rich brown. My desk is big, the kind that consumes the room. The shutters are closed, but the hot light of a summer afternoon percolates through. The air conditioner sits in the window, and the cold air whirring out meets the hot light and it swirls like a looming storm.
On the desk lies several unfinished books. The computer monitor is hidden behind a bonny blue curtain. When you open the curtain, blackness emanates of the screen and onto the white desk. A tin of candy sits on the corner of the desk; I am trying to avoid it. There is an open folder and unfinished homework drifts about the desk in the swirling winds.
I loved this line, "The air conditioner sits in the window, and the cold air whirring out meets the hot light and it swirls like a looming storm.":-D
I really like the vocabulary words you used in your paragraphs such as percolate and looming.
Dude, your paragraphs were awesome and contained so many big words. You added your own special voice in this and I can really envision your room. Knowing you though, I am not really surprised by your quality of writing. Good job dude.
Hey Mitchell, I really like you writing style, but since you're always a really smart guy. I'm not surprised, but great job!
it was really good, i like the way you described everything so well. you did a very good job!
the way you describe the colors of your room with a " a blue- grey wall and the floor is stained a rich brown." is fantastic and really paints an image in my head.
WOW. I like your word choice here, things like "stained" and "consumed" rather then some more typical words used in the English language.
I love how u describe your first paragraph, and interesting that you named your room
I can seriously imagine your room right now. I can see every aspect of it, like the air conditioner, and the blackness of the computer that contrasts the color of the desk
Very nice job
I can picture the "looming storm" with the great description you wrote.
wow! It's really good. Really good word choices and it gives me a picture of what it looks like.
I really liked your word choice your writing style was also very interesting. well done.
I like the description of the cool air comming from the AC
Wow Mitchell, that was so good, and i could really vsualize everything especially the "bonny blue curtain" part in my head! Good Job!
Thank you Adeline. I was worried someone might not notice it. Ha! Have you heard of 'The Bonny Blue Flag?'
Acctually i've heard of a bonn blue flag, isn't it like a white star on a blue flag for florida or something??
I love how detailed you were about your room. I could see an image of everything you described in my head. I laughed at the part when you said you were trying to avoid the candy because that’s exactly the opposite of how I’d be!
My room, it’s the place I can call my own, the place that I go when I am sad or upset and want to be alone. I feel more comfortable when I am in my room, it makes me feel safe. My room is not very much different from other rooms; it has a bed, and dresser, a desk, a closet, and a mirror which is the usual.
As you enter my room you see everything laid out in front of you. You see everything in my room at the same time, since my room is very small. The first step you take as you enter my room you can smell the perfume in the air, and see the mess of clothes on my bed. As you walk in you look to the ground and see no floor, since it is buried underneath the clothes and papers. You look over to my desk and see the stack of books and papers, you see reminders pinned to the wall, and water bottles lined up along the edge. As your eyes make there way over to my dresser they see stuffed animals, perfume, and make up. Well that’ my room, the place I can call my own.
The description of your room is amazing, letting the reader to visualize a floor "buried underneath the clothes and papers.", which is something i can related to.
I like how you started off with your paragraph, and it's true that person's room is a place that they can call their own
I really like your first paragraph! its short and simple, it shows how your room is how your room is important to you ... then the second paragraph comes and shows us how different and unique your room is.
Wow! I really like the way you describe your room. I can visualize the entire thing.
I can’t believe how easily you painted a picture of your room in my mind! That was great! I mean all I did was read your story and I could see your room without thinking about it. Good job!
My room isn’t big, but it feels as if I’m in my own little world since it’s the only place to be by myself. I usually keep my door closed since I like to be alone in my room and have no one cause trouble in here. My room has all the basic necessities a normal room would usually have, like a computer, clothes, and games. There r posters on my wall, but not too many of them since most were ripped down by people. Out of the whole house, my room is the coldest, even in the summers.
Whenever I step on the carpet in my room, my wall’s color should ordinarily be blue, but it’s a beige color because of the sun shining. Since my room is the coldest, I can imagine why the walls are a blue color. My room also has the best view of when the sun rises and sets in the house, which I kind of like. The bed is like any other regular bed, but a lot of people like to jump or mess around on it, which doesn’t concern me at all. The difference in my room compared to the others in the house is that there is a small crack on the wall for some reason, which never got fixed, but I like it since it makes the room different. Even if my room may be strange, it’s something I wouldn’t give away.
Seems like most people's rooms aren't too big, but hey, we all like our room just the way it is.
Lots of descriptions and support, I'm sure you enjoy your room greatly.
Most people's room are just like small worlds, but my room is constantly entered by my family members so I don't have much privacy
wow! i like the way how you describe your room in way saying its your small world. i feel that way about my room too.
My room is the place where I spend the most of my day, even although it is not that big but I still enjoy the space I have with myself. It is white walls surrounded with closet at one side and light brown carpet that covered the floor. I have one tall adjustable lamp with desk that sometimes submerged under various books and papers as company. My drawings are plastered on the wall in front of my desk and bed, one is of the identical shoes overlapping each other in different positions and one is a self portrait of my hand drawing the other one of my hand. The windows are next to my desk with simple and plain curtains and drapes that protect me from the unbearable heat outside during summer.
My room is simple and normal as most of the people’s room but it is comfy and possessed a sense of relaxation. Whenever I get home the first thing that comes into my mind are my soft pillows and my bed that makes me desperately want to come into my room with no distractions and disturbances from anything. I could listen to the music and songs on my laptop or reading books from my bookshelf.
I love the way you describe your room, with you pictures in front of your desk and the shoes I really love it~
My room is a simple place that serves as a retreat and a thinking area for me. It's like any other room. There's a bed on one side, a closet on the other, and a desk and bookshelf on another side. The last side is just a window. I painted my walls green because green is said to be a relaxing color. The green color relaxes me and then I can think clearly. That's why I like to do my homework in my room. It's nice and quiet, given that I'm an only child. I can grab a seat on my swivel chair, and work at my desk. On my desk, I have what you would expect on an average desk. There is a computer, printers, textbooks, dictionaries, etc. Next to my desk, there's a tall white bookshelf filled with books.
The closet is one of those sliding mirror door closets. Inside the closet, I have some room at the bottom, so that's where I shoved in a T.V. My parents like to watch T.V., so I can't play my XBOX 360 on those. That's why I have a private little T.V. that I plug my system into. Everywhere else in the closet, is a whole bunch of leather jackets, tuxedos, and other clothes hanging from 2 wooden beams. On the mirrors, I hang posters like this big one of KOBE BRYANT #24.
My bed is a simple bed, right now it's also green. I have a classical guitar leaning on the headboard, and a giant stuffed dog in front of it. I leave my trumpet in the music room, but if it was at home, it'd be somewhere near my headboard. This is my room, my retreat, my thinking area, my own place.
your paragraphs are full of descriptions that really make a image in my head of how your room is like.
I like the last sentance, "This is my room, my retreat, my thinking area, my own place."
i like that description, i also like,"my room is a simple place that serves as a retreat and a thinking area for me."
Wow, that was very detailed, and I had fun reading it- I was picturing everything that you said.
-If there was something wrong with it though, I think it would be the way you said that "my bed is a simple bed..."
I'm not really sure what you meant by that, but I thought it was funny, so good job.
Good job Ambrose! I really like how you described your room in your own way. I especially like the Kobe Bryant.
If you really want he description to come alive, maybe you should try to describe the room as if I was standing there with you, taking a tour of your house. As apposed to describing your room like I couldn't see it. Just a little advice.
My room is like something of my own, it is somewhere I can breathe and be myself. It is a relaxed little area, where everything is placid and calming. The walls are painted a mild blue that matches softly with the light colored floor. A small stream of sunlight flows through the side window and falls onto my bed. As I step into my room, it smells strongly of a mixture of newly washed clothes, and a slight scent of perfume.
My favorite posters of anime shows are plastered across the walls of my room; along with a handful of my own pictures. In the corner a light colored wooden cabinet is standing there with all my stuffed animals, that I cherish, stacked on top. My closet stands opposite from my bed. All of these little details about my room, from the mild blue walls, to my fan posters, are what truly make this room mine.
With all your descriptions, I could easily picture your room in my head. I especially like the part where you described your walls painted a mild blue that matches with the light colored floor.
i love the way you write and you have a great vocabulary. your writing style is so smooth and inspiring great job!!!
I can clearly imagine when you said "A small stream of sunlight flows through the side window and falls onto my bed." Great Job!
Right when anyone comes to my house and looks at every bedroom they can tell which one is mine. My bedroom, is my space where I can relax, and be alone. When I walk in I see, a flat screen TV, a long white desk, closets on both sides, a bathroom, and a door leading to the patio. When you walk outside onto the patio, it feels as if you were in the jungle. Large plants surrounding the patio, the fake green grass, that you see on football fields, all different colorful hanging plants, a hammock, and a table. The patio makes me feel like I’m laying on a hammock in the middle of a jungle.
My walls are brown, but colorful. There’s posters of my favorite moves like, 500 Days of Summer, posters of my favorite runners, and pictures with my friends, so I can always remember all the good times we had together. Next to my bed there’s my dogs bed. His bed is a watermelon, with all different types of stuffed animals surrounding it. The bad thing about my room is that it’s the coldest room in the house. It feels like a freezer, but bigger with furniture in it, and a dog. That’s my room, its very me, and you will never find a room just like it.
Great discription on the patio, I actually feel like I'm in a jungle being surrounded by plants.
All your detailed descriptions help me picture your room . Your room seems huge! nice job :]
Unfamiliar objects surround the room. The things that don’t concern me never touch the tip of my finger. The tiny sized city inclined to be my bed is located in the corner. It is merely another space for me to put my belongings on. Collecting dust as the seasons go by, often being a home for trash, paper, and clothes all pertaining to me. Beside the mini twin towers of clothes I wear, is a plain box left open forming webs in places imperceptible at glance. It holds all my sprays, lotions, and anything I find a treat to noses that are around me daily. From old movie tickets to the receipt on last nights dinner, the trash littered on my bed stack on each other as time goes by creating a building of its own. Slowly dominating the empty spaces left. My jewelries snake around, entwining with each other while also creating a highway for earrings. A few steps away is what I spend most of my time on during the little time I spend at home. The monitor with black rims, a quick connection and communication to the world outside these plain white walls, attracts me daily. The two areas I spend most of my time at in the house.
"The tiny sized city inclined to be my bed is located in the corner." very nice quote.
"forming webs in places imperceptible at glance." Your descriptions were very detailed.
My room is rather large compared to most other people’s rooms, and when I enter it, I feel welcomed by my familiar setting. There are wide windows taking up most of my walls, which is why my room is always very bright, during the day. I have 3 wooden drawers, each filled with clothes; two of them are against the farthest wall, which is where my t.v. is, and the other one is in front of the entrance, and always has dishes on top of it. To the right of my doorway, is my bed, which is wrapped up in blue sheets. To the side of my bed is a small black table, which is where my purple lava lamp is; at night, my whole room turns a dark red, when the lava lamp is on- and I think it looks cool.
In my closet, I hang up most of my clothing. There are shirts, sweaters, and pairs of pants, all hung up on individual hangers, and hanging from one wall to the other. Below the hanging clothes, is my dog’s bed, and next to it is my pellet gun, which leans in the corner of the room. On the opposite end of my room is my computer, as well as my chair. At my computer desk, I do most of my homework, and I also like to spend some of my recreational time here. - When I get bored, I try to find something entertaining on the internet, using my computer; or if that doesn’t work, I’ll just play video-games on my monitor. My favorite thing to do in my room though, is just to listen to music, using the surround sound speakers in the corners of my room. It is my favorite room in my house, and I think it’s unique.
"hanging from one wall to the other"
I love that description. It gives me a very clear picture of where your clothes are located.
My room is where I can do my homework peacefully and relax. My room is basically my paradise.
As you enter my room, you can see my tall book shelf filled with books ranging from thick hard covers to books in foreign language. The shelf next to it is filled with bright and bold colored trophies from competitions and contests. Vinyl toys stand proudly on the shelf above the bold trophies, showing themselves to whoever enters the room. A collection of empty Jones Soda bottles aligned neatly like soldiers when they present themselves towards their generals. Next, you can see my dull colored oak dresser filled with tons of clothes with the drawers half open and half closed with clothes sticking out of them. Next to my dresser is my desk. My desk is plain looking with tons of scratches and drawings on it. You can find my laptop, textbook, and a nifty little calendar on my desk. The drawers in my desk are a huge mess, when you open them it looks just like a junkyard filled with pencils, scraps, and old school work.
My bed is where I relax, sleep, and read books. My bed is covered with a mint green fleece blanket that is soft as a chinchilla’s fur. My bed is filled with adorable stuffed animals that always fall off of my bed when I wake up in the morning. Next to my bed is a sleek black nightstand. Currently, my Nikon D60, radio, and alarm clock seem to be residing on my nightstand. Next to my bed is my hamper, my hamper seems to be always full and everyday the clothes in the hamper just seem to pile up and later becoming mountains of soiled clothes. The flour white walls that extend from corner to corner of my room are half covered with boy band posters and pictures I personally took of flowers, animals, etc. My room is the perfect place to return to a peaceful state of mind after the day is over.
With all your descriptions, I can easily picture your bedroom in my head! Good Job!
Your bedroom sounds so peaceful and calming. Very thoughtful descriptions. Nice job!
this room is really vivid i could picture it in my mind :- )
I call it my “home within my home” but most of you would call it, my room. It’s really nothing special to look at and most certainly not the cleanest, but I find my room to be my sanctum of peace and quiet. The amount of time I spend in my room is probably the same as school, if not more, and the majority of that time spent in my room is spent on my computer. Other than that my room has no use whatsoever, but to go to sleep in. The things I do there can be done almost at any place in my house, but as I said before it’s my “sanctum”.
Over time the trash on my floor piles up on my dreadful brown carpet like news papers do when you’re off on vacation, this vacation is never ending though. My bed however is oddly clean, but the frame seems to have had lumberjacks chopping away at it, from the time I receive my first pocket knife for boy scouts. Once your eyes stray away from my bed, you can see the mess that probably every teenage boy has had at one point of his life. Books that seem to have been dropped from a plane to hit a target, and various colors of clothing that’s lay on the floor seem to create a nesting ground for beavers. The lack of sanitation and care for my room is what makes it feel like the “home within the home”.
Alex, great description. As a guy, I can relate to huge piles of messes and your descriptions of them really good. Cleaning up just take too much time right? Anyway, both your paragraphs were really vivid and I like how you called your room your 'home within my home'. Awesome job dude.
When I close my eyes, I can picture the vivid image of clothes on the ground, books on the floor, and the trash spread around. Your room definitely differs from all the other room’s I’ve read about. Good job, Alex!
When you stand outside my room you only see a door as white as paper. I usually keep my door closed so that the cold air doesn’t go anywhere, and so that my dad and brother can’t look inside my room when I’m not there. When you open my door the first thing you notice is the color of my wall; the top part of my wall is painted light green. Then the bottom part is painted a dark green with a white molding that separates the colors. My room has wood floors all around, including two large windows with white window shutters covered by many different items including a mask that I look from my promo party.
You look towards your right you will see a big bed with brown covers, a pillow, and a blue bunny on top. Next to my bed is a medium sized wood desk with three drawers; it has many little and big items on it for example all my school books with late history homework on top of them. Behind my desk all the way on the other side of my wall is a dresser with all my clothes inside. The thing that makes my dresser most interesting is the top part of my dresser. It has all my favorite books lined up on it with other little items like my twilight Band-Aids and a picture of Edward Cullen’s hands. MY room is different from others, but thats what i love about it.
I LOVE the way you described your room! You must be a true Team Edward to have a picture of his hand. lol
I love how you have so much Edward stuff. Great descriptions on the colors of your wall.
;):););)....Great gob Glindy. You twilight atictt...:);):);):)
My room can be a junk yard or Mr. neat freak. Here's junkyard. Clothes everywhere like piles of dead Persian bodies, shelves unordered like scrambles eggs, guitar picks scattered, and water bottles enough to make a pyramid. You'd see my guitar lying on the bed old as a grandma and dust turning your boogers black. My closet would filled with unhanged clothes. My trashcan opened, ready to eat anything what ever i throw.
Mr. neat freak. You would walk into my closet everything to place, rainbow categorized, shirts to pants, boxers to socks, and shoes in place. my desk would shine with Billy mays products, ready to be used whenever. My shelves would look like a mouth that just took off its braces. My old granny guitar on the stand. And the pictures and posters of things on my wall looking elegant as ever.
"grandma and dust turning your boogers black" give me a good picture of a ugly grandma picking black boogers
btw do we graded on our comments>?
i like how your can have two completely opposite sides to it
I liked the contrasting viewpoints. Also, describing the shelves as a mouth without braces was really cool!
The room in which I dwell is rather spartan of a room. The walls are painted in boring beige. My ceiling has but only a single, bright light. The walls are adorned with flags of the world. The windows are caped with a big, pink and flowered curtain. This makes my room rather dark in the day, since light cannot pass through. Next to the pinked curtain of mine, is a bookshelf. It is homemade with a dark wood, it looks as if it shall break and shatter at a moment’s notice. To its very left is a vacuum, though it is quite old, but still working. The center piece of the bedroom is definitively the bed. It is a simple bed, as it rest directly on the floor. Though simple, it is perhaps the softest and most comforting bed one will ever rest in. And finally, parallel to the centerpiece is, the only form of entertainment in thy humble room, a guitar.
I seldom spend time in my room, except for sleeping. Most of the fun stuff is really in living room. But my room always gives me that safe and homely feeling. Though sometimes it does get scary at night. I think there is like some kind of scary thing in my closet at night, so I always have to make sure it’s closed tight before I snooze, it just a habit. In the end it’s still a nice room, but it still could be much more awesome.
I like how you were different from others and decided to go ahead and describe your room first. Creative. Nice job.
My room, it's the only place that I can call mine. I always feel safe when it's just me and those four pink walls. My room, is my space where I can relax, cry, or laugh. When I walk in the room the first thing I see is my dresser with all these pictures of my friends and family. Even if I'm having a bad day, with the door closed and locked, I look at those pictures and the pictures remind me... you shouldn't feel down alone, you should talk to someone about your problems... no matter how stupid you think it is.
Whenever I get home the first thing that comes to mind is my bed. I can lay on my bed for days just looking up at my ceiling listening to music or just daydreaming. I have a closet that's not only packed with clothes, shoes and purses but it's filled with fun games and old yearbooks with pictures of me that I would never want to look at again. Well, that's my room, it's different, it's fun, and mine you can't find one like it.
My bedroom is the only place where I can always rest well and it is the only peaceful place where I can think of some ideas. It is on the second floor of my house. It is not that big and it is not that fancy. I do not enter that my room until night because it is so cool in there that I do not need to turn on the ac.
My room is not that big, it is only about 20 square meters. When entering my room, there will be a large mirror on the left side of the door. Next to the mirror is my bookshelf, there are probably 40-50 books in my bookshelf. In the north side of my room is my desk.. On the desk is my computer which I use for homework every night. On the east side of my room is my, a place which I spend one third of my life on. In front of my bed is a small TV. I always watch it when I cannot get into sleep. This is my bedroom.
Good descriptions, Ken! You have a lot of books in your bookshelf!
My bedroom is my breathing place. It is somewhat like my "palace." As I walk into my room I can see trash everywhere, including a moldy, partially eaten apple from Monday's first-day-back lunch...just kidding! I ACTUALLY see a slightly cluttered room like my backpack after the first week of school. Lots of furniture is pulled away from the walls due to the fact that it is in the midst of being painted a vibrant splash of orange.
The fact that I have to share my large bedroom with my brother makes it somewhat less peaceful. As I turn to my left, I can observe my closet full of colorful, color-coded, clothes, that I can admire. To my right is a completely different story. I can observe my brother's sports posters tacked upon the walls and his collection of "boyish" decorations of bobble heads. Once, I turn my head to the left again, I can escape to a better peace of mind, "my side of the room."
Angie! I didn't know you have to share a room with your brother! It must be pretty interesting...
I crawled on a bright wooden table. My antennae sensed something- Why is there no dust on the table? Sniffing around for something to eat, I spotted a bright green drawer that seemed to have contained something that looked like food. Next to it was a card that said “Melissa’s Desk. Do not touch.” Confused and perplexed, I wondered “Who’s Melissa?” Because my stomach was growling, I stopped questioning and moved on. Looking around, I saw that there was a metallic circle that had numbers in it- a clock! Covered textbooks in different colors: blue, purple, green and even polka dot, were piled neatly on the right side of her desk. I backed away from what looked like a can of sharp pointed long needles but I realized that they were silver led pencils. After walking a long time, I conclude that this was a high school student’s desk and decided that I should not bother it. Just when I tuned back, I stumbled on what looked like a hard trampoline. I was stepping on a big number that looked like this: 8. Curiosity took over me and I started jumping more. I pressed on a number than looked like this: 5. A number appeared on a small rectangular shaped screen! Falling over I accidentally pressed a sign that looked like two short horizontal lines. Another number came up! It was longer and had more numbers that the first numbers. It had two digits! I know what I jumped on- Melissa’s calculator!
I decided to crawl back to the white fluffy carpet and explored the area. The beautiful light blue wall surrounded me. I crept on Melissa’s blue chair and saw the greatest landmark ever! It was a plaid color and had a huge chocolate bar shape! Cheerfully, I ran to what looked like a shape of a gigantic delicious chocolate bar. I bit into it- Eww! It’s full of cotton! Oh no! This must be Melissa’s bed and I’m tasting her pillow! Deciding that I had enough of this, I traveled back to my “house” behind Melissa’s cherry wood color closet. I continued to wonder more about this teenager’s room.
As you walk into my room, you will notice Dwight, Captain Jack Sparrow, and Legolas staring at you from three sides of the room. These three posters are on brown wooden walls that surround it. In the middle of the room are two beds, one with a pink cover and the other with a Pirates of the Caribbean cover. The one with the pink cover, and on the right side, is my sisters, while the other is mine. In between the beds, you will usually find three two month old lab puppies snoozing the day away.
Since sharing a fair sized room with my older sister is sometimes frustrating, I can always come when she’s gone and relax in my comfy, black sofa and read a book or sleep. On the far side of the room, is my wide beige closet filled with our clothes. Next to the beds are our desks, which are exactly similar except for the fact that hers is organized and neat, while mine is cluttered with all my stuff. Although my sister and I share a room, we can both express ourselves and feel comfortable living with each other.
I liked the specific things you chose to describe in your room. Just with those, I can envision your room clearly! Keep up the good work \o/
My room, it’s definitely one of the most unique rooms in my house. Whether it’s scattered clutter scatter over the floor, the computer with the circular speaker, or the wide panoramic class pictures on the walls. Even if the walls a re just a plain beige color. The first you would notice when you walk into my room is probably my bed. Most beds usually go somewhere in the middle of the bedroom, but mines set aside against those plain walls. Covered with dark blue sheets and thick gray blanket, it’s like a huge granite slab floating on the ocean.
My two personal favorite things in my room are my computer and the garbage, yes, the garbage. That computer on my desk is my window to the outside, not just because it’s positioned right in front of the huge window facing the street, but because it’s where I can connect and search the internet. Now the most unique aspect of my room is all trash. It’s really trash but more of random items scattered everywhere. Most of it is really just stuff I never got around to throwing out. Almost all of it has a story behind it to tell. Basically if it’s not totally blocking the way I’ll just keep it where it is and never move it or throw it out. You'll probably never find a room quite like mine.
The images really flow into my mind when I read it! The detils really bring it to life!
From Kimberly T. in Period 5 (we're waiting for her to be assigned a password):
My room is very special to me; it is the only place where I can have my own peace time and reflection time. As I fist walk in my room you must know my favorite color is green. So as you may have guessed the walls of my room are panted a more lighter color of green. I looked up online what the color green meant? As I figured out the color stands for life, nature, fertility, well being and most of all it is a restful color. It may also stand for balance, learning, growth, and harmony.
Inside my green bedroom, there is my bed, which happens to be the most comfortable bed throughout my parent and brother’s bed. It has a soft texture of blankets, with two-squared feather pillows that makes you want to fall asleep right there and at that time. On the side of my bed which is located off more to the right; there are two wardrobes, a short brown smooth wardrobe alongside my bed, then there is a long brown smooth with many things on the top which is proximal 4 feet wide.
One thing you may notice is my bedroom happens to be the only one with a corner in the mess; though on the right side of my green wall I have my name sewed on a frame with scratchy texture. When first walking in my bedroom you may distinguish it is my room by the door; it is white with four stickers and a glow in the dark star. The stickers have words, and they are UCLA, USC, “VANS OF THE WALL”, and DICKIES GIRL. These stickers except for the UCLA and USC stickers mean nothing just for enjoyment.
To the far left wall I have a window with a piece of white designed curtain missing. On the far top of my right wall I have two plaques and medals hanging. This is my room that represents my personality, likes and dislikes, taste and more importantly me.
The desciption allowed me picutre the room precisely, and it was cool how you made your bedroom sound like something on its own rather than part of a house.
TYPO IN THE FIRST LINE "FIRST" WAS SPELLED "FIST"
hahahah, thank u for ur correction, i think of my room not as a "room" but as my very own shelterd safe place =]
Hearing a steady reggae beat pulsating through the hallway in my house you can follow it to my room. Walking in the mahogany brown wood floors feel cool against you feet, and you see the room is covered in a rainbow of items. In my room you are occasionally startled by the mirror on the opposing closet door. Around the closet the room is covered in a sea of cream white walls, my room is decorated with the usual bed lined with the wall, desk, and the various assortments of drawers neighboring my bed. Paired with the cream white walls, are airplane curtains from when I was in elementary school. When the curtain are parted the window opens looking on my room illuminating the small dark room with the warm rays of sunlight.
The haven of my room is where I can be my self, my very unorganized self. The desk is wrapped by a coat of papers, books and clothes, which blends into the room. My bed is always undone into a mountain of sheets and pillows which I plow down before I sleep every night. Through the explosion of clothes you look into the messy abyss called my room, my sleek maroon electric guitar perched on a stand in a nook my bedside which is what I spend most of my time in my room doing, playing music. Being Im this room I feel comfortable, and can be free of responsibility.
wow!!! that's amazing! incredibly descriptive with a very intelligent choice of words... i loved how you started too.. "Hearing a steady reggae beat pulsating through the hallway.."
I like how you describe your bed as a "mountain of sheets and pillows" and the "explosion of clothes" along with the maroon guitar; it gives me a better picture of your room.
Right when I come home, from anywhere, I go straight to my bedroom. My bedroom is MY area where I basically "rule". I can put anything anywhere because it's my property. For instance, I have scattered papers on my wooden desk with a black computer facing you. You will see this right when you enter my door. If you turn around, you can see my little twin bed with its bright spring colored bedsheets. Along the light green painted walls are picutres of my friends and family. However, if you sit on my bed and you look forward, you will see a large poster of the skilled, Italian soccer team. Obviously, I love soccer. This explains the metals I have hanging on my bed post. To the left of this, is my small bathroom which is like any ordinary bathroom. I have a mirror, some lotion and soap by the sink, and of course a toilet and shower! Although my room seems like any other bedroom, to me it is my relaxing area. If I'm in bad mood, I go to my bedroom, even if sometimes it is messy. And what i mean by "messy" is the bags from my sports are plotted on the floor with a FEW nail polish stains sprinkled on my beige carpet. Obviously I have done some damage to my room... But no matter what, I'm happy to say this is MY room. This is where I can relax and have my frustrations go away. All I need to do is shut the door.
Nice Job Lauren! You writing is so descriptive that i can self imagine myself in your room. Strange O.o
Woah, very descirptive, i love it. Oh, and the fact that your walls are my favorite color!
My room is one of my most cherished areas to ever be in. Without it, I’d have no place to sleep. The door that leads into my room has a stitched figure of a bear holding a baseball bat with various sports equipments surrounding it. One of the sport equipments has my name sewn on it. When you enter the room, the left corner of my room is occupied by a crayon-shaped coat hanger. You can find all sorts of different brands and sizes of jackets.
To the right corner I have a clock, but not just an ordinary one. My clock is right in the middle of a monkey’s belly. Around the area I also have a glow-in-the-dark light. In the middle of my room you’ll find a matt with a picture of a cartoon penguin with a light red background. Deeper in my room are two white inflatable shoes under a small blue desk. To the right side of the wall on top of a desk is a bowling pin that is signed by my friends and me along with a hat that says, “The Greatest Show on Earth.” This is my place of peace and rest.
I really like how you really cherish your room. Its great to know how you feel about your bedroom
Lauren, I like your descriptions to your room~It`s very easy to picture your room with the words you use, great work
Hey I tried
My room is probably the messiest one you'd ever see, it's a tiny little room and yet it has everything I'd need. The first thing you'd see upon entering my room is the small little, oddly shaped desk with books and papers all over the place, and yet I never bother for organization. Then towards the right of the desk, is what is necessary for my everyday life, my soft bed, soft like the clouds. On the left of my desk is my closet stuffed with all my cloths: some neatly organized, most just thrown into the mountain of clothe. On the opposite side of the bed and my desk, there's my handy bookshelf stacked with all sorts of useless junk: unused books and magazines, souvenirs, pictures, and more. There's the floor next, or what's visible of it with all the mess thrown onto the ground: my backpack, cloths, crumbled up papers, and anything you can think of. Everything is cramped together, everything put together in a mess.
On my desk, there's something that I would use everyday, anytime, anyhow. It's where I do my homework, where I lay my life into, and where I receive most of my daily needs. There's the twenty-four inched screen for my computer, which can also work as a television for my enjoyment. Below the desk would be my blue-neon lighted desktop, aside yards of tangled wire, along with my necessary speakers. My room isn't perfect, but it works for me, it fits my needs and it satisfies my needs, and everything is in a mess, but it's just the way I like it.
As soon as you enter the portal to my room you are immediately engulfed in a sea of blue walls with a towering bunk bed, beckoning you to it’s thick and cozy blankets to rest your bones for a long midnight nap. It is always cold and dim, but it’s my place to recede to at the end of each long, draining day. A place I can call my very own sanctuary. One warm, safe place in a brutal and trying world that pushes you to your physical and mental limits, only to be instantly remedied by your sanctuary. My room doesn’t have to be perfect, and does not need unnecessary amenities that would make me falsely appreciate it. Amenities that would mean nothing if you were not secure, or if you simply could not call it your own. It just has to be a place where I feel safely secluded from the rest of the world.
When you walk into my room you inhale a breath full of musty, almost stale air, as if I hadn’t stepped foot in my room in ages. You can always find an old, tan-orange cat on my faded blue comforter curled up and in deep dreams of better days when he was young. When you look up you see veins of cracks in the ceiling, as you also see in ancient ruins that are worn by time and other natural factors that make us all ware and fade away. You also can feel the grains of a stone-cold wood floor against your toes, which is quite soothing on an unforgivably boiling summer day. In life, things come and go, but the protection you can only receive from your room or your sanctuary will always be absolute.
wow! you have very vivid and excellent descriptions. I really like your writing because it makes me feel like I'm in your room when I imagine it.
My room's ceiling is sunny which reflects the strong light that goes through to my room. The bright rays bleach my thick, huge blanket that I use all year, for all four seasons. The carpet has an orange reminder of my younger sister's clumsiness with juice. My desk has my neat large claim "Sumin's Tabo" from when I was first grade and didn't know how to spell "Table" in English.
My room is always busy. It is a playroom for my younger sisters, and the place of many battles. Because of my younger sisters, I yell at them to go out of my room a lot, which is one of the reasons that my room is usually noisy. The radio screams when I get stressed, and that is another reason for the hectic atmosphere in my room. My room is somehow mysterious, since my clothes disappear until I find my younger sister wearing them. Also my closets are clean and neat in the morning, but gradually become barnyards.
My room. Where I am my own boss and everything that lies in between the four cobalt blue walls is my own. From the rabbit-ears antenna, its ends wrapped with aluminum foil that supposedly improves the signal, standing beside the digital converter box; both perched atop my old gray Panasonic TV. To the sleek white Xbox 360 with Lakers and Chargers stickers pasted on the sides of it with a handful of games cluttered around it. From the purple and yellow (some say gold, I think its more yellow) Lakers bean bag chair, with a strip of gray tape on the side of it to prevent styrofoam balls from spilling out of a hole. To the shiny wooden floors that reflects light from the ceiling fan light, precariously hanging in the balance above my bed.
The white comforter is bunched up at the foot of the bed and the pillow lies crooked with a head-print, hopefully mine, on it; my way of making the bed. The circular nightstand holds a battered digital alarm clock with scratches on the display and an alarm that falters a few seconds after it rings. The sleek black Ipod Dock looks like it has been waxed and polished sitting next to the gray alarm clock and its fading red numbers. Posters of the Lakers, Chargers, and Angels surround three huge windows. Windows that not only provide a tremendous amount of light, but also allows a cool breeze to work its way in. Also, if the sprinklers are turned on, water mist seeps through the screen, providing a very refreshing feeling. The clear mahogany desk, with a few text books and novels stacked neatly with the support of two book ends beside the dark hp monitor that usually glows brightly, seem out of place beside the unmade bed and the pile of old clothes and the uneven stack of Sports Illustrated magazines and the empty Gatorade bottles. But it is a part of the little section of property where I don't have a worry in the world. A part of the little section of property that I can escape to anytime I want. A part of the little section of property I call my room.
Hey man, great description of your room, I can actually almost imagine it in my head!
Hey man, great description of your room, I can actually almost imagine it in my head!
Hey, I like your description of your room and your word choices.
My breathing area is my living room; I have my room, but my brother took over 90% of the room so there is not much that I can do in there. However, the living room is the room where I spend most of my time. The whole living room is pure white, from the carpet to ceiling. The warm sunlight shines through the windows, which makes me feel calm and relaxed.
Since the living room is the closest to the kitchen, I get to smell and taste what’s for dinner before my eyes tells me. First, I have my Dell computer in the corner of my living room. If you need to find me, I’d be right there sitting on my comfy chair doing my homework. Behind my computer is the couch where I sleep, which I consider a great place to sleep. In front of my couch, I have an enormous television along with my gaming systems. Even though it’s not really my bedroom, it’s my “Living” room and I love to spend my time there.
cool!! I really like your description!
Only thing that I think you might want to improve is that you could use more metaphors and similes so that way you could make your writing more realiable(I'm not sure it is correct spelling. lol).
My room is my great escape. Its got all of my necessities including my hp computer, my 30" flat screen TV, my xbox 360, and my undoubtedly big, comfortable bed. My room has all the amenities I need and is my haven from the stress around me. With all the great things I have in my room, why would I spend time anywhere else?
When you enter my room, you will notice that my room is huge and has tons of space. My big bed is near the end of my room. Directly above my bed is a row of shutters that give me an enormous amount of sunlight. On the left of my bed are long glass doors that lead to my awesome backyard. To the right of my bed you will find a nightstand holding many ESPN magazines which I practically read every night. A couple of feet in front of my bed is my hp computer. I practically use it everyday because I am totally addicted to the Internet. Above my computer, on the wall, are a series of hooks that hold up my different types of new era caps. To me, they are one of my favorite parts of my room because there is huge variety of them! To the left of my computer is my TV set. My TV rests on a stand which also holds my xbox 360 and its games. If you open a small cabinet towards the bottom of my stand, you will find a DVD player and a bunch of DVDs placed on top of it. In the center of my room is a big book stand holding many of my reading books, school books, and trophies along with medals. To the very edge of my room is my closet which is filled with a bunch of shirts, jerseys, and shoes. My room is my wonderful retreat.
My room, the place where I sleep, do my homework, and most importantly, just relax. From the stained dark green rug with the flap coming off in the corner of the room, to the scarlet colored walls that have a chip in it from where I shot it with my BB gun. The closet, hanging with a medley of colorless jackets that almost look like you would wear them to a funeral, and the snow white blinds that let a seamless amount of sunlight in. The shelves in the back corner of my room, hold baseballs, trophy’s, and photographs, which are various ones from my very young childhood. The ceiling, a bright white, is my last image every night before I go to sleep, and the piles of books on the corner of the room, to keep the rug from flying up and hitting me flat in the face when I wake up. The iPod charger, conveniently plugged in to the wall behind my old wooden nightstand. The nightstand isn’t in the best condition and I have to put a book under the back left leg for it to stand up straight.
When I walk into my room, I get a sense of security, like I have my own little shelter that is just for me. The big old wood dresser, that is much like the nightstand, has a big mirror balancing on the back of it which I look into every morning when I wake up to see my tired face and my scuffed up hair. It has many stains on it, some are from my little sister, and others are from my cousins, who have no sense of what it is. The many drawers filled with different assortments of clothes make this a valuable piece to my room. Then we have the centerpiece of the room, the bed. This is the place in my room where I feel the most secure, where I can let my thoughts untwist into a beautiful picture. My bed is covered with a big red blanket, which has a few patches in it from where my dogs have ripped it up. My room is a sense of stability, comfort, and a place where I feel at home.
wow you have a great way of describing and you have an awesome choice of words! i love how you have a chip in the wall from shooting it with your gun and how you have to keep books on the floor to keep the rug from smacking you in the face!
My room is just simply a little place for me to be alone. When you enter my room, you can see four white walls with a giant window on the left side of my bed. There are dozens of books and folders piling on top of my desk. My computer is behind all the books and folders, so you can only see a part of it.
I like to lie on my bed to relax, so I can forget about homeworks and projects. When I am lying on the bed, I can see the white, jagged ceiling. The TV with the DVD player and the rabbit ears on top is across from my bed, and I often fell asleep when I am watching TV at night. My closet is on the right side of my bed. It's really big, so I also put my toys, and my DVDs in there.
My room is my safe place. Better yet my whole house is a safe place but my room is completely my own. What sets my room aside from my family’s bedrooms such as my mom’s tranquil style room to my sister’s beach getaway is that my whole room from the floor to the ceiling represents who I am on the inside and out. My room is vary blue and might seem a little girly for some people. My room is the smallest room in the house .It also is home to the smallest bed in the house which is not really comfortable for people who like to stretch out when they sleep like me.
As soon open my brilliantly white door the first thing that you notices is the ending of beautiful hard lament floor and the beginning of old dark hard wood floor. My three walls that are not covered by floor to pop corn ceiling mirrored closet doors which slide open to uncover my closet full of clothing and belts are all light blue in color .This makes me fell calm even on the most stressful days. My bed is small and so closes to the ground that it sometimes makes it that much more difficult to get up in early mornings. My dresser which holds all of the cloths that doesn’t fit or could not be hung up in my closet. I have decorated it with stickers so it also blends in with the whole room’s style. So even though it might just look like a regular fourteen year olds room it pin points a lot of my personality traits which means allot to me and everyone’s room should feel the same.
When I finally arrive home from my 45-minute Arcadia transit ride, I go straight to my room. My room, the place I’m allowed to sleep in, watch television in and even dance in. The place where I can do anything in. My room is my own little get away; somewhere I can go and not have to worry about anything happening. I know exactly where everything is, unless my little sister came in while I was at school, but that is another story.
As I enter my room the first thing I see is clothes, no not on the floor, because my room is everything but messy (to me at least) However, clothes hanging up on a rack. I guess a full closet and four drawers isn't enough? When I turn right, I see my computer, my slow working, no connection-connecting computer. When I lie on my black covered with neon pillowed bed with my face facing up, all I can see is foamy popcorn ceiling, which I do not like, at all. Say I was to sit up, next to my lamp and stack of about 40 Seventeen Magazines and the series of Twilight, I would be facing my television, where I only switch through about six of my favorite channels, and probably still have the movie Titanic in the vcr/dvd, that I watched like a month ago. Overall, this is my room, my colorful, picture coated, fun room. And I love it.
Up the stairs and to the left and you've arrived at my sanctuary. Before entering you'd see a sign on the door that says, “CAUTION: CHRISTY'S ROOM” though in reality, there's nothing you need to be cautious of; my room could probably pass as a 10-year-old's. The walls are a sweet and innocent lavender, turned brighter with the sunlight pouring in through the windows. There is a green rug like soft grass that lies on top of the white carpet on the floor of the room. A bed, maybe too big to belong to a ten year old girl, but more fitting for a growing freshman, sits in the middle of the room on top of a white bed frame. There is a mound of pillows, too much for one average person to use at night, piling upon the covers. The best feeling in the world is crawling between the hills of silky sheets and pillows and sinking into the soft depths of the mattress and knowing the day is done.
Stuffed animals that I could not let go from my childhood sit comfortably in different areas, only attesting to the fact that this room could belong to a child. One of the stuffed animals is a large Spongebob (my favorite cartoon character) with an ever so ecstatic smile and the excited gleam in his eyes that almost say aloud, “I'm ready.” Colorful trinkets fill a once very efficient desk now leaving it like a rainbow near the bed. A laptop sits on the floor patiently waiting to be used again by its very faithful owner. In the corner, my bathroom stands adjacent to my walk-in closet, both being as sweetly and innocently lavender as the walls. My room may resemble a little kid, but hey, that little kid is me.
i like the way you describe objects in your room. it can bisually picture them in my head
It was a very good description of where things are inside your room, and how you personified the objects inside.
Very descriptive and i can imagine what your room looks like in my head
There is a word for that room: pseudo-chaos. Wait, I wouldn’t even call that room “my room”. Well, first, because it’s a sort of a shared place between my mom and me, and second, would you call an area with random art projects and crumpled notebook papers hidden under the bed and random clothing items piled up before the closet a room? Or WOULD you if you see a one-eyed stuffed sheep looking right through you and a half-open watercolor bag, its contents about to scatter all over the place? …Yes, You probably still would, but … you know what I mean.
But still, the room isn’t haunted with vampires or flying grizzly bears or giant space monsters. It just isn’t. With its warm salmon pinkish-brown carpets and supposedly-white-but-doesn’t-look-like-it-because-of-the-lack-of-light ceilings and the bed sheet slide-draped over one side of the bed, it can seem pretty livable in an average Student A’s eyes in proper daylight. Although I would shut you out if you really came here to do just that in my place.
My room is the perfect size for me, its small but to me its perfect. The color of my bedroom is blue, baby blue to be exact. When you walk in the room the first thing you see is my bed with a dark blue cover. I could sleep for a whole day in my bed because it is very comfortable and fluffy.
When I sit on my bed the television is right infront me and i watch tv when I just want to relax. Beside my bed I have my mirror stand and on top of that I have all my stuffed animals, and besides that i have all my jewelry and my clothes in all my drawers. My closet is across from my bed, it has alot of clothes in there and it also has my shoes in it. That is what my room is like.
I LOVED when you talked about your bed being all soft and fluffy. It made me want to just crawl into your bed and take a nap!
I would say that my room is like any other room, but it is different in its own unique way. I share the space with my two sisters. Our beds line up next to each other which make people think “orphanage”. We have our windows that let the sun peek in during the day time and our mirror closet that we use to critique outfits. You would think that a regular size bedroom would definitely not be big enough to occupy three girls, but we all go in and out so we all have (at one point) our alone time in the room. At night rumors flood the room between my sisters and me. If we are all together in our room at once we all have a blast.
When you walk in the room the first thing you see is the lined up beds, each one with an antique quilt draped over the sheets. Our desk is littered with clutter that we don’t bother putting away. The bookshelf is filled with school books and previous binders that we used over the last years of school, and my personal treasured Twilight collection! Our closet is the one place that we can stash stuff where Mom won’t bother to look. And ending with the closet. I like to think of our closet like our own personal mall. The sweaters, sports gear, dresses, skirts, and blouses all have their own spot in the closet. Even though I like many things about my room the thing I love most is somewhere to come home to every night.
I don't like my room as much as some of my peers do. I go there mostly just to sleep. My mom doesn't let me put up any posters I want because, "it makes the pink, brown, and green clash badly." I mean why does my room have to look like it’s in a home decorating magazine? I don’t like doing my homework in my room because it’s always a mess and it doesn’t help that it’s my sister’s room also. The pink covers are on the floor, the pink pillows are scattered, and even some of my pink frames are misplaced. Basically it feels like my pink walls are closing in on me. I feel I’m in a pink plastic Easter egg waiting to be opened and free from that dreadful imprisonment.
On the plus side, though, my room is very long so my sister and I have more than enough room. I have a huge dresser filled with clothes, a T.V. on top of it, and a huge mahogany wooden bookshelf besides it. I also love my walk in closet. There I put everything. I put my bags, pants, shirts, shorts, you know, the usual. I can also fit a huge rack where I put all my shoes in neatly. Next to my closet is my tiny twin bed. Sometimes when my bed is decent and freshly made I might sit back relax and do my homework on my black laptop. I could even relax and sniff my room with the Airwick doing its magic. My room is probably not the best place to study but hey that’s what offices are for.
My bedroom isn't really a bedroom; it was the old study that my parents threw a bed and dresser into. It would be a perfect rectangular prism, but the north-west wall has an indent, so it makes my room like an "L" shape. On one side of the "L," would be my bed, with a headboard littered with junk that no one will ever think of using. On the tip of the "L", is my table, with my 10 year old vaio computer, but really the only part of it that is 10 years old is the sound card and the outer shell.
Facing my bed is a dresser, 3'x5' that holds my clothes, and other random junk that I'm too lazy to put in proper places. Right behind the dresser, is a mirror that I hardly notice; except I use it for about no more than four seconds a day to do my hair. My desk like everything else, is littered with old homework, books, food wrappers, and a huge stack of CD's; not that I've ever looked at what’s below the fifth one.
Even though I have a bed in my room, it’s only been slept in no more than 500 times over the last four years, I prefer sleeping on the couch because my room's window has no screen so if I open it, mosquitoes come in, and if I don’t, it gets really really stuffy in there.
LOL okey since we don't get graded on our comments. LOL you shouldn't keep electronics in your bedroom, "supposedly" even if you don't use the electronic, it stills give off radioactivity or something, so it bad for your body my mom said that :/
Haha, your bedroom is just like mine! The messy floors to the "L" shape.
My room makes me feel calm since it is roomy, and gives me privacy. It’s a big master bedroom that used to be my parents’. The room I have has a lot of things that most kids don’t have; a walk-in closet and a bathroom that I don’t have to share. If I want a break, I can go into my room away from my pesky younger brother, who is like a storm and talks non-stop. The bad part about my room is that it can be quite hot, especially in the summer, since it’s upstairs. But when I turn on the A/C, it gives me a very cool feeling like jumping into a pool after jogging under the hot sun. Just like most rooms, it has a bed, a desk, a set of drawers, and a bookcase. What makes it unique is that I got to choose them of my taste.
If you go into my room, you would notice that my desks, drawers, and bookcase are in one neat corner of my room. My bed uses most of the space on the other side of the room. The floor, which is a rough Berber carpet, is clear of pencils or any rough objects that might hurt my feet, especially early in the morning when I’m half asleep. It’s also dark since I always keep the blinds closed, but some rays of light still manage to permeate through the narrow gaps of blinds. On a flat surface of my headboard, there is a huge clam shell that I got from Pismo Beach when we went there for camping some years ago. Right on top of my bookcase are old basketball trophies and a soccer trophy that I received when I used to play those sports. The trophies still shine as if I got them yesterday.
The walls, especially on the left side of my bed, are heavily decorated with pictures that I found interesting, such as the Hawaiian scenery and dogs. A sticker of JPL Mars programs and all the colorful awards I got in elementary school are also posted there. My clarinet, in its rough black case, lies in the lower closet shelf gathering dust, forgotten. Near my bed are the iPod and DS that I received for my birthday which I still use occasionally when I want to relax. All the stuff in my room may sound plain to some, but it makes me calm and I like it.
My room is my best friend. Sometimes I dislike it, yet sometimes I know I could not live without it. Though it is not the most remarkable or the most appealing, it’s the simplicity and little annoyances that make it so unique. First, I must warn you about the entrance into my room. Once you step in, no doubt will you notice the squeakiness of the floors. Every move will cause a slight, high-pitched creak enough to drive you crazy. But once you pass that irritating section, you will see a wall buried underneath posters of bands, projects from elementary school, pictures of dear friends, or objects plastered onto the wall, each representing a different memory. As you start walking forward you will see an immense, dark blot which happened to be an accidental coke spill when I tripped over my violin in the fifth grade. The next thing you will do is look around my room and wonder if a tornado had occurred earlier that morning. You will see clothes of all sorts thrown everywhere in every direction. If you walk down the space beside my bed, you will be curious enough to open the “Do Not Open” drawer and find stacks of chips, cans of soda, packets of chocolate, and bags of candy all hidden to tempt me after school.
However, there’s more to my room than it’s appearance. When the days are ridiculously hot, I can always count on my built-in fan to provide fresh, cool air against my face. When the day ends horribly and my spirit is dead, my room acts as a peaceful area to help build up my spirit once more. When winter comes along and my fingers are too cold to function, I snuggle tight in my bed and wait for the blood to rush back. My room provides everything I need in every situation I come upon. My room is my best friend.
My room this not that big. It has a old t.v. with a sticker on it is a happy face on it on. The t.v. is on top of of a wooden desk in the corner of the room.I love to do my homework in my room because it has big window and when I open the window it gives a big wind gush. My work desk is in front of it so i feel good when i do my homework. My bed is in the middle of the room. I could do anything in there but I can not eat there.
I have a car collection in my room. It is in two small bins. All my clothes are in my closet it is a medium size closet. But i fits all my stuff. my room is not the biggest but it is mine.
Listening carefully you may hear a soft almost calming tune almost dragging you towards the room. Walking in you feel the light brush of the carpet sweep your toes. Almost instantly after you enter through the doors you would see the mismatched discoloration of the walls. One side would be a magenta color while the rest of the wall would be white. You would occasionally be startled by the intense gaze, which my stuffed tiger would direct toward you. My room is decorated with the usual shelf or two, while a small chocolate colored table would rest beside my bed. The sun would shine through the miniscule window and would illuminate the small room in a flash.
The safe haven of which is my room, where a large assortment of items lay amuck. Folded clothes piled up into a tower, which is just waiting to crumble. Through the stacks of books you look into the disgruntled excuse of a room, is my glowing laptop perched upon a small mahogany desk. Papers looming endlessly scattered worn out papers kept for who knows why. The laptop is my safety, my exit button, and my escape route. In which I go to when the world seems lost. There I can finally be free of responsibility, free from worry and most of all struggle.
My room is average size comepared to other people's room, except I share room wih my younger brother Roger. Our room is pretty messy. We got lots of dirty clothing everywere in our room, and alarm clock next to my brothers and my bed. We got trash on the floor and mostly on the talbe were we place our alarm clock. We got two closets, one my brothers, and the other one belonging to me.
We have three extra large windows on the south of our room were we can see outside to our backyard. Our room is connected to the bathroom and that bathroom is connected to my other brother's room. Plus, our bathroom is extra dirty. There is a container of trash over filled with trash, and we got two contact containers next to the sink. Our bathroom has a toliet and a shower, I think its extra convinient. My room probably is'nt the cleanest.
As one walks into my room, the dispersal of Fe-breeze rushes through their nostrils. The first step of entering my room is touching the cold, hard, wood floors. The walls are painted a light blue giving the room a calm vibe. On top of my colorful bed are piles of pillows and wrinkled undone sheets. Located of top of my bed is a shelf filled with my favorite stuffed animals, a picture of my best friends and I, and a IHome. The walls are plastered with memory of friends, posters, and paintings. Across from my bed, are two mirrors that are filled with finger marks. When you slide them, it leads to my closet.
Although I spend more time in my living room, my bedroom is my favorite place. It is where I go to when i need to escape form everything and relax. Usually when I enter my room, it is quiet and comfortable. Because of the softness of my bed, I usually immediately fall asleep. When you walk into my room, you will instantly know a little about me.
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As you enter my room, a massive fresh odor of dog poop from my golden brown miniature chihuahua sensationally whiffs into your nose. The first thing you will see is the enormous mess of all my clothes laid all over the hard, glossy, maple floor. About 5 minutes later, when your mind finally gets past the appalling mess, your eyes will meet upon the bridal white walls covered with murals various types of flowers I have painted with acrylic paint in the first few weeks of summer. As your eyes work your way around the colorful walls, you'll notice my comfortable peach colored bed. On top of my bed, there are many feather stuffed pillows that I like to lay on when I am snoring the night away. Across from my bed, there is an extensive oak shelf, filled with all my favorite romance books lined up in alphabetical order.
My room is my sanctuary. It is the one place where no one can bother me and where I can truly be myself without being judged by others. My room describes exactly who I am. I am a messy, chill, and laid back. It's very original, and I know when I am sixty years old, sitting in my wooden rocking chair, the memories of my high school memories will still be in my mind, filling me with wonderful memories I can cherish forever.
A twinkling, pure white door probably would bode airiness and pleasant things beyond it. Oh how you were wrong. How wrong you were. My sweet, milky bedroom door serves as a shenanigan for the living hell inside. Those reckless souls, who will not heed my warning, may pull the alabaster handle of DOOM and enter. A booby trap in the form of a multicolored avalanche of years' worth of trash instantaneously launch itself upon you; circling around your left knee in a pile. A rectangular room in a shade slightly darker than the door is glimpsed before you topple over in the avalanche. A slim chance of escaping out the door is still possible at this stage, and it is recommended you do so. If you are still determined, exhale and venture deeper in the black hole. ( Insert evil cackle.)
After straightening up from your attack, glance around and let your eyes burn. A plain, beige bed, a small computer desk and chair, and a slim,dark oak bookcase stand prominently in an orderly row on your right. The path made from the furniture's and the wall on your left leads up to my opened closet; together with the swarm of rubbish earlier on the left side of the door, it forms a letter "L." That doesn't sound so eyes-burning-worthy. Look up and you'll change your mind. My ceiling is very tall, so you might not have noticed earlier that it is covered in hundreds of random (Very random) "works of art"- all signed by me. I'll take a bow, and no it does not look like I just splattered random blobs of paint; thank you very much! In two strides from the door past the bookcase, you'll reach my desk. Correction. My HAVEN. I've got many services from these amazing, connected pieces of dead trees. Nearly all aspects of my life is linked to this desk- my homework is completed here, I spend hours staring at pixels on my monitor, and once in a while, it also serves as a table for "munchies" while I read books in a truly nerdy hunch at my desk as well. Sometimes I drag my beanie bag out of my closet and curled up too to read. My bed is squeaky clean and stands out ironically against the rest of the room. I like my Zzz's without a speck of dirt, although it may be surrounded by a layer of it, like a fox. These all are reasons why I love my bedroom. Through the Technicolor Dreamcoat-barfed ceiling and through the pile of debris, I love it. It's hell in appearence, but heaven in the relief and intimate feeling I get from it after a long day at school.
I spend most of time in my room when the weather is cool. When it's hot I can't stay in my room because the air conditioner is not working well. When people visit my house, I don't want them to come into my room because I don't want to show my things. Also, when people touch my things, I need to clean it up.
When I walk into my room, I see my old cabinet that has been used for eight years. Next to the cabinet, there is "Raid" that can kill bugs in one shot. A few feets away from the cabinet, there is a fan that cools me down when I get warm and next to the fan I can see my desk. On my desk there are lots of unnecessary things so there is a small space to do my work. Next to my desk, there is a bed I can sleep anytime when I'm tired. I hope you can image my room.
Hey Sun Ho, I can imagine your house from your descriptions. Good job!
By the way, is "Ho" your middle name?
No, I don't have middle name.
Sunho is my first name and Kim is my last name
I couldn’t sleep last night, as much as I tried to, I just couldn't. The constant sound of dogs barking and the hostages of San Lucar moaning in groaning were only a few of the things that kept me from sleeping. I had to get out of this place. But how? After all that I've been through, I couldn't possibly go back to a normal life and act as if nothing had ever happened. But I was determined to.
I hopped out of bed and tried to think of something, anything that could help me on my quest to get off this island. Yes, there was the obvious, taking the boat and fleeing. However, I was now responsible; I had the dogs to take care of and the people. I had no idea what to do. Through out the whole day I tried to come up with ideas, but none of them worked. They either backfired or were just too dumb of a thought, to even try to undertake. I had never thought I would be saying this, but I was going to stay on the island. As much as I hated it, as much as I wanted to erase the horrible thought of the hunt that was brain washed into my mind, I couldn't. It was going to stay there. And what better way to make the best out of it, then to continue on what General Zaroff left behind.
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