Friday, 22 October 2010

My Room (Sept 2010 - Present)

Today after learning about post-modernist approaches to story telling and narratives I decided to review the room where I will spend most (if I'm not studying too hard in the library) of the rest of my academic life. Now I would have taken pictures, but I don't have a camera and I think it is more fun to imagine the room (you could even send me in sketches of your imaginings).

Well lets start with a tour. Come in the front/back of our house (We use the back door as if it is the front and vice versa (well not really vice versa as we don't use the front door at all)) past the first of our many (well two) toilets along the laminate floor of the kitchen, through the worlds thinnest living room, up the carpeted stairs (I'm painting a visual image) and here we are.

As we open my door (inwards, as all good doors should) you will see that there is not a huge expanse in front of you. To your (and my) left you will find my bed, single (double duvet though. Plus a single duvet for my head or feet, depending on the mood of my extremities) and a bin. Now if you can crane your heads over to the right? (If you can't you may have to just have move your whole body, sorry) You will see a massive cupboard, in which everything lives; clothes, folders, that fuggy smell that hangs around student places. Just past the cupboard is where the magic happens. My desk, complete with chocolate wrappers, copious (lots of) empty (and half empty) coke cans, unread newspapers, lecture notes (scrawled and not revisited), a rather dandy pipe, messy CD (remember them?) collection and lastly, my desk top PC (for word processing and porn). Other things in my room are an (untouched) book shelf filled with academic texts and an (often visited) bookshelf of sci-fi and social-economics books (also a copy of gossip girl I inherited from the previous occupant), a base guitar (almost ten tracks known), a (very full) washing basket and a huge (in proportion to the rest of the room) window.

Well now you have some idea of how I live, work and (I cannot think of a third thing). Now if anyone is thinking that there is something missing from my account, well who am I to leave you hanging? (I am Owen) I will complete this almost terrifyingly vivid description, the carpet is beige.

So in conclusion, this room isn't for everyone and minors should be accompanied by a responsible adult if they do want to see it. It is a mixed bag of highs and lows, there are several very poignant areas and some quite brutal in their honest approach to student life. I think that this is a passable showing as it does nothing to glamorise the student life.

Our first image has arrived, if you think you can do better email me the image at owenjohnston88@msn.com.

This is from Peter Mullet (21) of Ipswich who says "When I grow up, I want fair and equitable treatment for the working man."

4 comments:

  1. Awesome. I'll do a response about my tiny little room at some point.

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  2. I can just imagine the desk! Really true to life. I am enjoying your observations and I can also "smell" the fuggy odour but on a positive note I can see the beige carpet with the sunlight shining in!

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  3. The best doors open outwards, so you can twat the burglar in the face with it before he comes in to steal all your stuff!

    "Yes officer he's very easy to recognise, he's got a broken nose and a backwards imprint of the 'Beware! Toxic Substances!' sign that I amusingly put up there, in his forehead."

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