Imagine that you have been asked to clear out a cluttered box or cupboard of old possessions in your bedroom. Write about what you find there and your thoughts and feelings as you do so.

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Imagine that you have been asked to clear out a cluttered box or cupboard of old possessions in your bedroom. Write about what you find there and your thoughts and feelings as you do so.

Every year this happens, I have to clear out all of my room, so that I have space for all of my new things that I will need for this new academic year, so I have to clear out all my old books that I will need for reference and put it in a safe place and throw out all of the books that I will no longer need.

   Oh man, what shall start with, erm, well I should start with all the books that need to be chucked away, yeah, that’s cool, wait I need music first. Yes that better, okay I won’t need my history book because I haven’t taken it and my art book, all of that is junk. What have I put in this cupboard? Maybe its mum’s stuff, oh well might as well check it out. Just junk, as I suspected, mum’s junk, but wait, what’s this box? Oh my god! I can’t believe it, I haven’t seen all of this in ages, all of my baby things, wow, there are at least five cardboard boxes full of my stuff and there must be more in my mum and dad’s room! Wow all of my pictures of my passed away Granddad and me (that is my mums dad). I can hardly remember him; he passed away before I was even 3 years old. But what I do remember of him was that he was a true gentleman and was very generous. All of these pictures, wow, of me and my sister, of my whole family together. I haven’t seen a family picture in ages; everyone is doing their own thing. It’s me and my loving sister who is doing are own thing, as we are now mostly grown up now, and us as a family are hardly together anymore, except on religious occasions like Diwali and family weddings, but that is about it I think, but I don’t think that is quite enough but there is much you can do about that anymore is their. We don’t eat breakfast or even dinner together as a family. Everyone just eats when they are free and as soon as they are done they wash their dishes and go back to doing what ever they were.

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   I can’t believe all of this. What is this now? A letter? From who? Only one way to find out, I’ll open it. Oh my gosh, just looking at the handwriting, its granddad’s. Nanabapa? But he is passed away, it can’t be from him, but yet it seems to be, oh I wonder what he has written, but what if it wasn’t meant to be for me? I will just peak and se the name if it isn’t for me I won’t read it. Oh god, it’s for me! It’s for me? It’s for me! Wow that is it ...

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