my dormitory room is on the second floor. it is small and crowded. the dark green walls and the dirty white ceiling make the room seem dark, and thus even smaller than it is, as youwalk into the room, you are stopped short by my bed which fills half of the room. the two large windows over the bed are hidden by heavy dark gold drapes. against the wall on your left, pushed into a corner behind the head of the bed, is a large bookcase which is crammed with papers, books, and knick-knacks, wedged in between the bookcase and the wall opposite the bed is a small grey metal desk. it has a brown wooden chair which seems to fill the left end of the fed under the desk is a wooden wastepaper basket overflowing with paper and debris. the wall above the bookcase and desk is completely taken up with two small posters. on the right hand of the room is a narrow closet with clothes,shoes, hats, tennis racquets, and boes bulging out of its sliding doors. everytime i walk out of the door, i think, now i know what it is like to live in a closet.
