When I was in elementary school, I was given an assignment to describe what was under my bed. Genius struck when I decided to plant plastic, rainbow colored bugs under my bed and write about them. However, I think I am finally ready to complete this assignment honestly and describe what is currently under my bed.
There are two water bottles in the upper right corner under my bed. They are used to water my plant, because it does not drink tap water. The plant is the only living thing that inhabits my bedroom beside myself and provides good company.
There are also tissues, quarters, socks, old fabric and wrapping paper under my bed. The box of tissues traveled to my room when I had the flu, while the quarters most likely fell out of my pockets and/or purse at some point in time. My socks have lived under my bed since I was two years old. I have no idea how the paper or the fabric found its way under my mattress.
Finally, there is a wooden plank under my bed. At seven I decided that if a fire or a burglar decided to terrorize my home, I would be ready with this piece of wood. In case of a fire, I would break the glass of my window and climb to the roof. If a burglar came in, I would knock him out.
After being honest, I can see why I decided to cheat on this assignment in second grade. For the most part, it is boring to write about the mundane, cliché items under one’s bed. It seems that I was a better writer in the second grade which does not surprise me.
There are two water bottles in the upper right corner under my bed. They are used to water my plant, because it does not drink tap water. The plant is the only living thing that inhabits my bedroom beside myself and provides good company.
There are also tissues, quarters, socks, old fabric and wrapping paper under my bed. The box of tissues traveled to my room when I had the flu, while the quarters most likely fell out of my pockets and/or purse at some point in time. My socks have lived under my bed since I was two years old. I have no idea how the paper or the fabric found its way under my mattress.
Finally, there is a wooden plank under my bed. At seven I decided that if a fire or a burglar decided to terrorize my home, I would be ready with this piece of wood. In case of a fire, I would break the glass of my window and climb to the roof. If a burglar came in, I would knock him out.
After being honest, I can see why I decided to cheat on this assignment in second grade. For the most part, it is boring to write about the mundane, cliché items under one’s bed. It seems that I was a better writer in the second grade which does not surprise me.
