Room 222

X.

It’s filled with stacks of books, piled up in white bookcases.

IX.

An industrial-looking room with lots of light. There are posters and signs that make the room feel more welcoming and home-like. The wall hangings have different colors and sizes, so there’s a contrast, but it all seems to blend together. The posters contain inspirational words and phrases. Frames with people inside, knick-knacks all over. There’s a whiteboard with the assignments from the previous (English?) class written on it.

Two bookshelves in front of me: one is filled with the same copies of a textbook, the other is filled with a marriage of different books.

VIII.

The desks are organized into groups of four. Some seats are empty. Three girls sit at my table. The floor shines cleanly. The lights shine brightly. A lava lamp rests, dim because it has not been plugged in. It's a little cold.

VII.

The room is divided between the past and present. Pictures, graphics, names circulate one side of the room. Each piece that sticks to the wall is someone’s story – their past. On the other side of the room: calendars, planners, itineraries. A world with plans for the future and ways to map out time.

In the time to come, the room will rotate as new stories layer on and future becomes past.

VI.

The room is well-lit and gives a happy vibe. There are bookshelves filled with books that were placed there in all sorts of ways. Around the room are many types of artwork. There are plant picture photos. Posters litter the walls. It gives a teen room, but there’s a desk for the teacher and clusters of school desks everywhere. 

V.

The room is quiet and the only sound is students typing as they describe the room they are in.

IV.

The walls have that Ben Franklin beige and jail-ish looking gray bricks up to the ceiling. It’s a little chilly, but okay without a jacket. The walls are dressed in an assortment of decorations, even on the three whiteboards. The teacher’s desk is behind this huge room divider that seemingly has no purpose. And of course, there’s those two-doored cabinets in the back.

III.

When you stare up at the lights, they look somewhat vague and dim, like they aren’t producing half as much light as they actually are. 

II.

Maybe it’s a shared classroom? It’s cold, I wish I had brought my sweater. The desks are slightly hard, uncomfortable. You can hear some people sighing. Around me are Zuri, Janith, more classmates. The teacher readjusts his sleeve. I have a highlighted pink piece of paper on my desk, along with a pencil case and notebook. There is also a big brown desk in the back with the normal desk things: a printer, some photos, cups filled with pencils.

I.

Although nobody here really knows each other, there is a comfort in the room. Looking around, it actually doesn’t feel cold at all.