My English Classroom
Written By: Zehra Nasirali
13th September, 1996
The atmosphere in the English classroom was
different compared to that of the hallways.
All my five senses were at work.
My nose inhaled cold but fresh air as I walked in. The aroma of my Sir’s coffee spread around
the room. I could taste the bitterness
of it. The class windows were
open. I wrapped my arms around myself
as the cool breeze drifted in. My wide
eyes seized with the colorful objects such as the neon bulletin boards and the
capturing, bring aqua and hazel brown chairs.
The window sill was damp with dew and frost. All I could hear was the fluttering of the garbage bags due to
the wind and the ticking of the clock in the silence. Overall, the English Classroom was very pleasant.