My Room

        I used to be embarrassed to tell people about my room at home because it looks like it consistently is having an identity crisis. Over time, I finally realized that it is actually the perfect representation of who I am. My room actually sits over the garage, which is annoying because my bed shakes anytime the garage goes up or down. It also means my the temperature of my room is heavily dependent on the weather outside. Because I am on the top floor and the side with no attic, the triangle-shaped roof forms the outline of my ceiling. This means that my actual walls rise only about three feet before the white ceiling begins to slope towards the center of the room about seven feet off the ground. It is accurate to assume I have hit my head numerous times in the morning when I first wake up. The wall paper has been the same since I picked it out in 1994. It is an athletic print that is striped with blue, red, yellow and white with a border at the top that is made up of squares that say things like “Your #1” and “Go Team!”.

As you walk in the door, you would most likely be greeted with clothes scattered all over the brown-carpeted floor. I have a thirty-two gallon fish tank that hasn’t been used in years sitting against the wall on the right, and a big blue denim love-seat is against the wall on the left with a reading lamp behind it. Beside the fish tank is my closet which takes up the remainder of that wall. In a little alcove there is a desk with a trendy, light-blue chair. Above my desk is one standard window that overlooks the driveway. As you continue to the back of my room, my dresser and bed are the next pieces of furniture. A few years ago, my sophomore year of high school, my parents bought me new furniture, which I assembled myself, that looks like lockers. The frames are a dark steel with colored, metal drawers that are changeable. These, plus the love-seat, are really the only semi-adult objects in this room. Once you snake around my bed into the back portion of my room, another dresser holds more of my clothes and has a stereo sitting on top. Behind my stereo sits a two large windows overlooking the trees in my front yard that shade the driveway. There is also another collection of white shelves that hold my various gadgets, as well as a white cabinet that has all of my golf and basketball trophies/metals on top, but which (I’m pretty sure) is empty on the inside. There is also a night stand next to my bed that supports a lamp and dozens of water-rings from all of the drinks that I have left on there over the years. That sums up my room pretty well, don’t judge.