One of my senior photos, taken when he was still clinging to room 139.
I once wrote about my happy place deep within my heart. I dreamed that one day libraries would appear not just in the back of my head, but in the realm of reality. I used to visit this sanctuary when I needed an escape, but hadn’t visited in quite some time. I didn’t need to visit, but I actually found a safe place here. This is room 139.
The room where I spent four years and countless hours. Sitting on the brown sofa with Sophia and Eva, our names and the names of the editors in front of us above our heads, we laughed without saying a word. Watch your writing and the writing of others grow. This was my home base and a haven during the stress of high school.
This room is filled with so many memories, and remembering them fills me with warm feelings. Crying after a difficult Spanish test, stealing countless Pop Tarts from Mr. Jorge’s bottom right drawer, Trend Giving, White Elephants, hunger game Simulators, meetings that start with a constant ringing bell, etc.
Room 139 is one of tradition, but also one of growth. When I look back at my writing from when I was a freshman in college to now, the change is dramatic. In a way, they’re different, as if they weren’t written by the same person. I’m not the same person I was when she was in first grade. Mainly because of his room 139.
My growth has led me, as a senior, to write the last article that will ever be posted. central tendencyleading to the final day of sitting on the brown couch.
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This was my home base and a haven during the stress of high school.
I never expected to sit on a brown sofa. I started sitting on the swivel chair on the 140 side of the room, then sat on the leg rest or the floor on the 139 side, then got my own blue and white checkered seat, then sat on the green chair. I slipped around. And finally, a sofa, a couch I never imagined I would sit on.
The sofa is now part of my comfort in room 139. She saw me crying and she hugged me while I was napping. This has made me more comfortable in my role as a leader. Room 139 has seen me fulfill all the potential it saw in me on that first day four years ago, all the potential I never imagined.
But this room has given me everything it can and now it’s time to step away from safety and find comfort. I don’t think I’ll ever go to a library again, but Room 139 remains in the back of my mind, comforting me until I find my way in a new world.
Room 139 has given me all it’s worth. I think it’s time to move on with this room. Before I can share my confidence and help the room, I know I have to get another writer in the room to help me by starting out with too much confidence and quickly getting shattered before returning to being a confident writer . Help others.
My biggest consolation is that although I will no longer sit on the couch laughing at Eva’s cell phone meme with my name above my head, someone will be able to give me the same consolation that I found in room 139. You’ll find it, and you’ll know that the room will always be there. . It may look different on the inside, but the 139 will always hang proudly outside your door.
Room 139 is now my safe place, tucked away in the back of my mind as I finally walk out the door and step into my new life.
Goodbye, room 139, I will always miss you.
