Understanding a Person's Character from their Room
Understanding a Person's Character from their Room
My room represents my personality and interest. When you enter you would probably notice the a mostly bare wall. I like the look of clean walls, which gives you a calm feeling. My room is far from being totally nice, my bed is unmade and some clothes gather dust on the floor. People may consider my room tidy, but not inflexible.
While going through my room someone would probably notice my workspace, my desk and folders. The desktop is fairly organized, consisting of a pencil holder and desk calendar. The calendar is full of dates, tests, and deadlines. Academics are very important, but would be boring without some time to relax. Above my desk hangs a bulletin board. Similar to the calendar, it holds important pieces of information, as well as a few personal items. A postcard, a present from my grandfather, would likely catch one's eye. The postcard is from my homeland, and includes a famous quote by Mahatma Gandhi. It reminds me of the country I was born in, and the ties I have to my original culture. Directly below the postcard hang a few baby pictures of myself, mementos of a simpler time. Alongside my desk is a computer, without which I could not survive. The slightly outdated, yet fully competent Apple Macintosh aids with school, and, nearly any other activity I participate in. The Mac also has a modem, connecting me to the global community linked through the Internet. I am very interested in the Internet, and have found it a very useful source of information for everything ranging from tomorrow's weather to buying a new car. Upon leaving my workspace, I hope my possessions would convey that I am serious about my work, but I approach it with practicality and a grain of salt.
On the other side of my room lies my relaxation area, commonly referred to as a bed. Strewn about the bed are two magazines which represent my interests, MacWorld and Time. I read these magazines daily, to keep up with current events as well as advancements in the information age. Atop my bureau lays the latest work by Stephen King. The bed is unmade, a fact for which I feel no remorse. Although my mother disapproves, I consider an unmade bed a symbol of rest and quietude. My bed may be considered utilitarian,...