It is a Wednesday afternoon in Pasadena City College. My professor changed my thoughts when he told the class to think about a significant place and describe as best as possible with as many imagery as we could. At that time I was not thinking about leaving anymore. I could only think about my significant place.
My significant place is not a big place. It is not a glorious place. It is not a place where you can see a beautiful sight. It is a simple place. It is a place on the second floor of my house. It is my room in my old house. In my room there is a desk. The desk is in the east corner of my room. The desk contains a Hewlett Packer computer and a lot of papers. Some of the papers are junk mail. My closet is made up of two mirror sliding doors. Inside the closet are a lot of my clothes. There are a lot of new clothes and old clothes. On the west north corner of my wall is a TV. The TV is connected to a Playstation 2 and it is also connected to the VCR. My bed is located on the southeast corner. In the middle of my room is an empty space. It is a carpeted floor with nothing on it. The walls of my room are white. The whole room smells paint because it was newly painted. .
My room is really bright during the day. One of the windows is facing east. So when the sun rises brightness will light up my room until the sun sets. My room is really bright. I have bind installed on the window. Even though I close the binds the room is still really bright. In the summer it is really hot. It can go up to one hundred and five degree. My room is a furnace in the summer.
My room is also really dark at night. It is so dark that I can’t even see my own hands in front of my face. I would open up my binds and it would still really dark. .
In the winter it is really cold. It is so cold that I see my own breath when I am breathing. It is like a freezer in my room. It is too hot in the summer and it is too cold in the winter.