There is something magical about my literary classroom. Something about the giant windows, the dark wooden floors, the red mushroom lamp. There is something about the way the beige walls and the Scholastic Art & Writing Awards posters stare back at you. There is something about the endless sounds of typing and creaks in the floorboards that puts a writer’s soul to rest.
There is something awful in the way coffee smells in the afternoon and how eyes burn form staring at a bright computer screen for hours on end. Something about how your fingers begin to cramp from typing. Something about the way your shoulders slouch under the weight of an impending deadline. There is something about the panic of having only today to finish an assignment that puts a writer’s soul to rest.
There is something infuriating about the untended bookshelf that is collapsing under the weight of books stacked miles high and the leaky Keurig that keeps so many awake. Something about the conflicting opinions that makes your head begin to ache. Something about the criticism that makes you roll your eyes. There is something about the computer shutting down before you can save your work that puts a writer’s soul to rest.
There is something about my literary classroom. Something magical. Something infuriating. Something awful.
Something that puts my soul to rest.
For this to have put you to rest, it made me really uncomfortable. Tyler literally, “There is something about the computer shutting down before you can save your work that puts a writer’s soul to rest.” this makes my blood boil and I want to dismember the whole computer!!
I love how you even take the quirks and the things you may not like that other people may enjoy (such as the smell of coffee) and turn them into something that makes this room what it is – a place for writers to do something they love.
i really, really, really like this. i have had all of these thoughts that i didn’t know how to put into words, which is not a good thing for a writer, but there was something about reading your words that made the hair on my arms stand up and goosebumps crawl up my legs. Great job!
i absolutely adore the repetition in this and how all those repetitions build up to the final sentence “something that puts my soul to rest.” i love the serenity that comes from this piece that reflects the serenity of the classroom. everything comes across as if they’re my own words and thoughts because, in a way, writers have the same soul. they all have that same passion that makes them write, and this is that passion personified.
I really like this, like it made me really start to look more into the detail of the classroom. The ending was very well done, I really like how it ties into the title and the main paragraph, super swell job!
I enjoy how you start off really appreciative, but you don’t gloss over the flaws. Instead, you really delve into them. It sort of twists the title and the phrase you repeat, and it gives it a different meaning each time.