Room 421 Parody of a Personal Narrative
Room 421 Parody of a Personal Narrative
My safe space , my home , my love , my classroom — Room 421 at 12 East 89th Street . I love everything about it , except for one thing : the air conditioning .
Actually , the air conditioner is beautiful in many ways . It looks nice , a perfect square within another perfect square , with perfect vents that spread its usually too-cold air around the classroom . But the noise it makes is the worst thing I have ever experienced . It is excruciating , causing headaches , restless sleep , and more . Its high pitch can cause anybody and everybody pain and sorrow . No matter how many times you get infected , you will never gain immunity to the pain and sorrow it has caused the many people who have stepped foot in this classroom .
When I ’ m working in my classroom , I feel comfort . I ’ m at home away from home . The classroom , aside from the air conditioner , has many beautiful features : the whiteboards , the projector , the desks , the chairs , the perfectly smooth but sometimes too small cubbies , the red flag in the corner , the chess set , the five trash and recycling bins , the charming paintings , and the shiny door handle . They are all extraordinary , However , their beauty is lessened , all because of the air conditioning . Its noise causes my emotions to go crazy , making it very difficult to think . No matter how amazing anything in this room is , it can never live up to its true potential . This air conditioner ( which is supposedly getting fixed every week ) causes trauma , pain and sorrow , interfering with the beauty in the other parts of the classroom .
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