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If you've used our "What Your Room Says about You" showing lesson at the WritingFix Website  (mentor text = Boy's Life by Robert McGammon)

 

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[Gia DeSElm]

Emily, 5th Grader

Here is my room. When you walk into my room on the left side is my bed. The bedspread is polka dotted. Honestly, I don’t like them, because they are just a little too girly for me. My bed is pressed up against my wall. The walls in my room make my eyes piercing red. They are awful pink and purple butterflies. Another thing that is up against my walls are dressers. The dressers that I have... well... I have had them for a while. They have flowers on them..... disgusting! They are disgusting because they are a little too childish for me. In front of that is my closet filled with clothes obviously . I have out grown my room because I have had this furniture for a while.

Now, here are two of my favorite things in my room. The first thing, my Anthony Bear, is very special to me because my cousin Anthony gave him to me when I was first born. It also is special to me because he passed away. Whenever I look at it, it makes me feel so happy. The second thing that I cherish in my room is my two guitars. I have an electric guitar and an acoustic guitar. My mother gave me the acoustic one because it was hers before it was mine, and my dad gave me the electric guitar for Christmas. I love them so much. Whenever I play them, it let’s me express my feelings. They also make me feel so special. I am so grateful to have those two guitars, and Anthony Bear. I am rich beyond measure.

[Gia DeSElm]

Adrianna, 5th grade

Here is my room. Usually messy! But clean now. I really love my room. The walls are as
green as the leaves in springtime. I have a bunk bed and it seems as if it reaches to the ceiling. When I lie down, it feels like I'm on a beautiful puffy white cloud floating in the midnight sky. Then there is my t.v. and my picture of a flower my cousin, Taylor, made me. Its underneath a large mirror. I don't look at myself in the mirror. I just put pictures of my past and childhood on there. In some of the pictures I was so little I don't even remember being alive for them. To the left of the mirror is my door. It is a tunnel to my bathroom. One more look to the left hand side and you see my shelf with all my trophies and clothes.

I like to make shapes out of the popcorn on my ceiling. Sometimes they scare me.
Sometimes they're just spectacular! The popcorn can look like the stars in the sky, the beautiful violet flower swaying in my garden, and so much more. I also have my Barbies. When I play with Barbies I feel safe. Sometimes they help me to think.They give me happiness. They are hard as a rock, yet very flexible. There hair is as soft as a warm blanket in winter. I feel like I'm in my own world as a Barbie. I am rich beyond measure

[Christine Sewell]

"Here is My Room" based on the "What Your Room Says About You" lesson.

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Here is My Room

Talia, Eighth Grade

            Here is my room, my mess.  This is the place where I can throw my shoes off and leave them on the dirty, bright pink – but becomes paler everyday – carpet.  This is the place where laundry is piling up on the floor.  My floor isn’t the only place filled with clutter.  There is my light wooded desk, where I stick old tests and homework sheets that surround my computer.  But the most disorderly part of my room is my dark, crowded closet.  First of all, I’m allowed to stuff clothes in my closet without even folding them, and I take a great deal of advantage of this privilege.  However, what makes my closet even more chaotic then the rest of my room is the fact that fifty percent of all the possessions are in my closet are not even clothes.  I can hide objects in my closet that I do not want anybody to see.  For its shadowy shelves and tight corners are the perfect places to conceal all of my secret items.  Here is my room, this is the place where I can make a mess and nobody can force me to clean it up.

            Here is my room, my safe haven.  This is the place where I first run in order to hide under my dramatic purple comforter and cry all I want.  This is the place where I dream the dreams that only I know about.   They cannot leave the confines of my room; they stay trapped within my bedroom walls.  I can also think daytime thoughts that have been trying to escape the prison of my mind all day.  The real reason why my room is my number one safe haven is that when I am in my room, I am in my own world.  No trespasser can cross the threshold.  I hide in my room when there are people outside of its territory that I consider “potential foreign enemies”.  Some examples of these “potential enemies” are: my brothers, my mom, my dad, or a visitor who I do not like.  I prefer to retreat to my room rather than start a war with these “potential enemies”.  I feel if we have disagreements it’s best to stay from each other and to avoid conflict.  Here is my room, this is a place where my safe haven stands, and an intruder cannot come in.

            Here is my room, my storage closet.  This is the place where I keep my belongings that my brothers might want to steal like candy, my diary, or electronic gadgets.  My favorite things that I like to store in my room is my most prized possessions and greatest accomplishments.  This includes things like scrapbooks I made (family trip to Israel 2010, and a scrapbook full of pictures of me when I was two).  It took me a long time to make them because I wanted to make sure they were very creative.  It took me almost as long as it did to make these scrapbooks as it did to complete the 1,000 piece puzzle that I also keep in my room.  My room stores tons of tests where I got a ninety to a 100 on and reports that I got an A to A+ on.  Though, my favorite possession and greatest accomplishment that I keep in my room in an invention I made in the seventh grade science fair.  My partner and I got an A+ on the report, but the report is nothing like the invention.  We created an oven that has many compartments so you can cook various things at once – saving time, energy, and electricity.  Of course it’s just a prototype but I still worked so hard on the invention. My room gets the honor of the oven sitting in it.  Here is my room; this is the place where I store all of my treasures, for I am rick beyond measures.

 

MY ROOM:

By Shaina, Eighth Grade

     My room, a small, cozy and satisfying place. The kind of place you can go, no matter what you are feeling, and in my opinion.. the house’s safest place there is. Scattered with pieces describing me.. without speaking a word at all. Books on shelves, clothes within the closet for all seasons.

  Color throughout the whole wardrobe. Expression throughout the whole room. My dad’s guitar given to me as a gift, lying right next to my bed for anytime usage. Stuffed animals falling off shelves of wood, rolling on they’re backs because there are too many to fit. None of which had been thrown out, because of the memories I had shared with them when I was younger.

   The sad truth that they haven’t been touched in years because of age. Picture frames, filled with captured memories of trips, majority of them being Sea World, pictures of the talent I had shown at dance. Pictures of skateboards and hobbies.

  It isn’t to hard to find my beliefs and passion in my room. It is not too hard to find what my dream job would be.. pictures of me on the beach, the place I go in the summer to be free.I am rich beyond measure.

 

 My Room

Eli, Eighth Grade

Here is my room:
In dire need of a dustpan and broom.
In the corner sits a navy blue rocking chair,
My dresser shelves are far from bare.

A baseball cap, an autographed bat,
A  beautiful sculpture of a fat black cat.
Decks of cards and model cars,
A cropped picture of myself behind bars.

Two windows which let sunlight in,
My dirty clothes piled up in a bin.
Two closets full of clothes and many a toy,
Things you’d expect to find in the room of a boy.

My room: Full of personal treasure.
I am rich beyond measure.