descriptive essay

descriptive essay

MEMORIES FROM RAT PHASE
The atmosphere in my gloomy room is unpleasant. The harsh light from the extraordinarily bright fluorescent lights mounted to the low ceiling make me constantly strain my eyes. The foul stench from shoes, boots, socks, and just about every other piece of clothing makes me wish I was constantly smelling a skunk instead. The unsealed windows constantly spew cold air into the room making me shake like I’m having a seizure at times, others I feel frozen solid down to the tip of my toes. I can hear the old boys having tons of fun in the halls and in their rooms. It reminds me of all the things I’m not allowed to do as a RAT and it makes this room seem more like a prison cell that a living quarters, invisible bars stopping me from listening to relaxing music or walking freely to the latrine. At night I lay in my bed unable to sleep because the spring supporting the mattress are constantly jabbing me in the back, I don’t move in fear of messing up my perfectly made bed more than I already am. It almost seems as though a pile of jagged rocks would be more comfortable to lay on. Everything about this room is as unpleasant as a bus full of rambunctious, noisy, and smelly children.
I move from my room and out into the mile long hallway taking a journey to the latrine. I make a harsh right and head down the RAT line. Seeming like the hall stretches longer and longer as I continue on my well beaten path. The walls are littered with scrapes and dents. broken objects that resemble vents, fire alarms and PA systems hang loosely from the ceiling. Dirt, debris, and dead bugs litter the floor and make the whole building seem as unsanitary as a forgotten porta-potty. I reach the tattered duct tape line on the floor and immediately make 2 left faces rite after another and exclaim, “NEW RAT LINE!”, and continue on my trek to the latrine.   After my seeming three day hike I finally reach my destination.
Slowly opening the cold, creaking metal door,...