Work, work, and more work, each day at school we’re assigned more and more. These one-hour classes are filled with knowledgeable information that just latches itself to every last bit of me. By the time school is over, the last thing that I want to do is homework. By then, I just want to “cruz” in my room… my querencia.
The school bell rang and I rushed out of the welcoming door, and watched kids race home. The warm sunlight landed gently on my skin, while the cool breeze played with my hair. I quickly walked to the silver Honda pilot where my mom was waiting for me. It was the “Norm”, “hi, how was your day?”, “Fine” I exhaustedly replied. Today I cut it short and immediately got into the car so that we could begin our journey home.
Before entering my room I could already smell a bit of AXE body spray. I opened the door and saw my things left exactly as I left them. My TV on the right, bed in the middle, and desk on the left. My Internet TV is white backed with a glowing “Sony” emblem on the front. This TV reminds me of the late nights viewing huge pictures on Facebook with my friends. A simple wooden frame with a khaki mattress atop lies in the center of my room. The useful couch/bed allows for much needed space adjustments in my, homey, cramped room. My small sepia brown desk cluttered with random items, the messiest but most memorable part of the room. This desk has everything from my black mid sized tower PC, to old essays about evaporation. It even has old project parts such a three-millimeter LED’s from my homemade flashlight. It houses my tools, blue piggy bank, and miscellaneous screws.
The one place I can “cruz” my room… my querencia.
