The sun baked English classroom, gleaming like a gem, was full of unwilling students.

     One can feel sheltered from the outside world of wonder; however this adds an unjust feeling of imprisonment. The lights from above gazing down on us, thinking they themselves are god. The lockers which keep our unlawful eyes from seeing the contents, are red in colour. They also keep our possessions guarded from the criminals that lurk from just around the corner.

      Inspiration is a gaze away as the wonderful poems hang just above. From one of the picturesque displays a future can be told. Our next few years are harshly explained by unbiased posters. The school code is located in prime position as a deterrent to any rule breaker. The clock ticks, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock as a force strong enough to rule the world wishes time to get a move on, the room is quite as the teacher has set an intoxicating task. The plants all hoping to grow feel the sudden change of wind and instantly go back to their day-to-day jobs of watching themselves grow. The chairs, each one making their own special melody, are positioned to exam mode. The blinds have mastered their jobs to protect the classroom inhabitants from the evil sun. Although the blinds are facing terrible hardships from the relentless wind coming in from the west, they are in a good mood.

     The bin is home to many basketball tournaments where challenges come from all around the school come to posses the number one crown. Students use this wide spread sport to lay off pressure that a lesson can produce.

     Now that winter has come the radiators are fighting to keep the room warm. This is being hindered by the icy winds breath creeping through the crack in the window. Summers gaze has perished and winter’s struggle hold has begun to take effect. The room has become starved cold space. The students are beginning to get restless. They are awaiting the all knowing teacher who installs knowledge into them all. Some Christmas cards are now present, the students obviously have faith. On the teachers table there is heaps of work to complete. Perhaps by just clicking a fingers or saying, abra cadabra. Children who find carrying their English folder a chore have left the conveniently on the side. The everlasting source of paper has been allocated next to the door for expediency. This room has seen many battles in the past and we all hope there will be many more to come. The timed essay is now over for the students and the pressure of this period 5 lesson is now over. Many students may feel aggrieved at the amount of effort that has gone into the lesson may not pay off.