Descriptive Essay About My Birthday

When you first walk into my room to the left there is a blue and black trampoline chair. Across the room there is a pick trampoline chair. Near the door of my room to the right there are 3 posters and my art table. Next to my blue chair I have a desk that's lined up with my bed. At the foot of my bed is my dresser and TV. Near the TV is my final table with my Playstation and sewing machine on

I lugged my bags up to my room and collapsed onto the bed. It was on the second floor of the house and the window looked out over the backyard that was shadowed by the surrounding forest. The floor was covered in light grey carpet and the wall painted a plain off white. A dark, wooden bed took up most of the room, pale fairy lights haphazardly thrown along the headboard. Two matching bedside tables sat on either side of the bed and an empty desk sat opposite it.

The sky was always blue holding sunshine rays in her world. Her name was Rosaline Deponte, my great-grandma. The continuous smile that she showed on her face reminded us how precious life is and to not take things for granted. Cold wood floors that could easily freeze toes, single-walled construction, shut rows of jalousie windows, and the smell of warm sweet bread on the counter 24/7, that was Rosaline’s house.

Until I started this rhetorical analysis paper I wasn’t aware that the things I display in my room say things about me. I never thought about how they make me look as a person or what my audience would assume about me based on these items. When I started analyzing, all these questions started popping up. I was finally able to step back and see myself how others might see me. When asked by my teacher to pick 3 items that describe myself from my bedroom I didn’t have any trouble picking them out. When it came down to it, I 'd always choose the same 3 items: A wall of family pictures, a Pride flag and a mirror with notes and pictures all over it.

As I write this, I’m in between apartments and living at home for the time being, so I’ve taken this moment of desperate, post-collegiate aimlessness solitude to clean out my childhood bedroom. The small pile of sweat-stained band t-shirts, folders of AP History notes my high school teachers insisted I’d need in college, and Mad Magazine issues are worth some nostalgic currency, but I had no idea I was stocked in pitiful high school mix CDs.

It all started when my group of friends and I stumbled in to locker in the basement near the boiler. We had been in the basement hundreds of times before, as it was our hangout spot. Never have we ever seen a locker in the basement and we were very curious about what could be inside the locker. We opened up the locker and we found a baseball glove, 17 cents: 1978 dime, 1979 nickel, 1986 & 1994 pennies, an Aiden Bowman phys.ed T-shirt, computer disc, some cough candies, a pair of baseball cleats, Roots of Society text, chap stick, and finally, a hair brush.

Upon entry through the threshold of the bubbling slate grey front door of my run-down, colonial style home into the marshmallow warmth of the living room, all was silent except for the crackling of dying embers breathing their last breath in the soot covered 1991 Jotul wood burning stove. The family room remained just as it had been left with not a single object disturbed in the time passed. The walls were still the same shade of elephant skin gray that they had been for the past ten years, as were the worn midnight black sofas. Even the cherry red microfiber dog toy remained sprawled out in the same position; forgotten. The chestnut coffee table, around which the room was center was still covered with the defined creases of my palm engraved into it. However, among the coffee table, I caught a glimpse of something peculiar out of the corner of my eye. The usually neat pile of select magazine and newspaper articles had the edge

The rack is crisp and squared away. The hospital corners appear to be drawn on the bed they are so perfect. They are at forty-five degrees coming down from the corner. At the end of the rack is the foot blanket folded into thirds with the edge lined up exactly with the edge of the rack. Both the foot blanket and blanket on the bed are made out of the same itchy material. When I touch them the first thing that comes to mind is a one size to small turtle neck sweater that your grandmother netted for you. On top of the foot blanket is a khaki garrison cover with the top folded in, and is also lined up with the edge of the foot blanket. With the dark ocean blue blanket folded back eighteen inches, the rack looks as if it should be mounted on a wall for its pristineness. Located under the rack is the bookshelf. It too is exactly and meticulously organized. The books are on the left hand side aligned with the edge of the shelf in decreasing height order from left to right. In the middle of the shelf are my binders which are stacked on top of each other with the bottom one being orange and proceeding up, scarlet, banana yellow, midnight black and light ocean blue. Then on the far right is the hp printer, with all the wires running behind the rack, to increase the simplicity of the room. The printer is slightly longer than the bookshelf so it sticks out taking away from the perfection of the

Towards the bottom of my bed it my little tribute to my favourite book trilogy: The Hunger Games. I have a selection of my favourite quotes stuck on my wall surrounding a little heart shaped mirror that has been there since my room was painted pink. On the same wall, by my head, is my memory wall. It consists of many horrible photos of amazing times. I split it up into three sections: photos of my dog; landscapes and scenery; photos of my family and photos of my friends. Every time I feel alone I look at the pictures and remember the good times. My favourites have to be the photos we took at my fifteenth birthday, just me and my three friends smiling and having

The morning sunshine seeped through the cracks between my shutters, lighting up my room. I could hear the clock ticking and the rays of sunlight bouncing off of my eyelids. I barely got any sleep last night because I was ecstatic that tomorrow was, my birthday! I jumped up out of bed, how could I have forgotten that it was my birthday? Suddenly all of my drowsiness turned it into excitement and I jumped up, throwing the red gradient quilt off of my bed. I slowly walked out of my room, making very little noise, checking to see if anyone else was awake. I peeked through the intricate staircase railings and tried to spot anyone downstairs, no one was in sight. I tiptoed down the cream coloured stairs, reached the bottom and got startled when my mom yelled, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”, her voice bouncing off the walls of house. A grin so big spread across my face, I couldn’t believe I was turning four years old!

As you went farther you would see my vintage gray dresser, with my most favorite perfumes, and my Ocean Breeze deodorant. As well as a lint roller, and a few picture frames with family pictures in it. My alarm clock would be atop my dresser too. As well as my hair brush, and a few decorative things. To the right of my dresser, against my wall would be my bed. It would be a queen sized bed, with a massaging mattress. I would have loads and bulks of different blankets. Some heated, many fluffy, and some silky. I would have around 7 different pillows, and a few stuffed animals, like

One place that I see every day but don’t put much attention to is my house. The house that I live in is near by a park and a gas station. My house is small and cozy is made of steel frames, the anterior part of the house has a beige and pink color that combine a beautiful shade. The inside of my house has many portraits of family members and drawings. I have a total of two bathrooms and four rooms a kitchen and two living rooms. We have a living room that’s used for grown-ups and the other one is used for the children. The kitchen table and chairs are made of wood, in the ceiling there is big chandelier. The walls of my house are painted in different colors that are green, beige and pink. I like that every room has its own different color, it’s not boring it brings life and shade.

In middle school, while walking through one of the department stores, I happened to stumble upon a beautiful dresser. Since I didn’t own one, I begged my parents to buy it for me, however, at the time, they could not afford such a luxury item. After days of insistent begging, they finally agreed to get me my own dresser.

It is April 4th. It is my 21 birthday.21 years ago I was born and got named Thea. My mom Emily, dad James, sister Maddison, and brother Liam are coming over to celebrate my birthday. There are a few things I must do before they come.

In the corner you can see the fairies and pixies fighting over the pizza i was eating yesterday which is infact my favourite food. The design of the rooms is very unique like everything has been put in a place for a reason. The oldest think i can remember here is the sofa which i bought 2 years ago. I remember when we first bought it, the smile on my face and the arguing between my dad and brother. "Go left, Go left" he would yell. Ahh good times. It used to be clean but the constant food i would eat on it could have changed that. Like most teenagers i have many posters on my walls mostly of role models that I admire, favourite teams and a few cute girls here and there. The most visible thing here is probably the red carpet that covers the bedroom as far as your eyes can see. In the corner of my bedroom is my desk which I normally do all of my homework and assignments, On top of it sat my computer which is always on. My previous desk somehow broke and