Still Not Cleaned Up

Since fifth grade, I dreamed of having a room to myself. Most of my friends started to get separate rooms by that time, and it seemed as though I would never get the chance. My grandmother would live in our house for half of the year, so my sister and I had to share a room. Yet, I would still try to imagine having my own room. I would even try to draw it out: a purple room with a tiny sofa and bunk bed. I also promised myself that I would clean it up every week so that it would look nice.
Two years ago, my mom decided to remodel the house and fulfilled my childhood dreams. That summer, we bought purple paint and colored our rooms a light lavender. My sister and I looked for furnitures in excitement and delight. I, the more artsy of the two, made cute signs for our rooms. We were both completely overjoyed. Over the summer, we each made our beds every single day. However, as time went on, the excitement wore off. I still really like having my own room, but I don't take as much time fawning over every little detail. Finally, as senior year rolled around, the room got a little out of control. I have clothes flying everywhere and old pieces of paper and books stacked on the floor. I desk is probably the worst because I use it the most often. However, I have promised myself that after SAT (which is THIS SATURDAY!!!) I will clean up my room.


SAT word of the day: 
perfuctory: done in a cursory or careless manner; mechanical