-ART ROOM- Ding dong dang dong--the bell rang. It’s ART TIME!!! I put my bag on the table outside, pushed through the highly decorated door, and entered the art room. The amazing art works in the drying rack welcome me. “HI! Come on in!!” Ms. Cooreman tells us with a smile. As I head to my drawer I pass by two special white table, turn left and open my drawer. I couldn’t wait to see how my art work looked. As I open my drawer I wonder if I had destroyed it. TADA!!! There lies my art work, and it’s better than I had thought. I go to get my apron, passing by the time machine (a big cardboard box), and all the junk near it on the opposite side lies the skeleton with a bouquet of pink flowers in its hands. It is quiet freaky. Grabbing my apron, I head to my table. As I go past the refrigerator I could smell the stinky. It smells as bad as an open sewer. It has been there for weeks!! The unlucky thing is that you have to go to the refrigerator every time you want to change the song on the music player. I believe in “Music is my art” The first thing I do when I enter the art room is to make sure the music is on. My friends and I always sing while we do our paintings. The music and the lyrics give us idea about what we should paint. This room is not just an art room for me. It is like a book with my favorite memories in it. Someday I won’t be in art anymore, but the amazing memories and art work will still remain in my heart!!
Ding dong dang dong--the bell rang. It’s ART TIME!!! I put my bag on the table outside, pushed through the highly decorated door, and entered the art room.
The amazing art works in the drying rack welcome me. “HI! Come on in!!” Ms. Cooreman tells us with a smile. As I head to my drawer I pass by two special white table, turn left and open my drawer. I couldn’t wait to see how my art work looked. As I open my drawer I wonder if I had destroyed it.
TADA!!! There lies my art work, and it’s better than I had thought. I go to get my apron, passing by the time machine (a big cardboard box), and all the junk near it on the opposite side lies the skeleton with a bouquet of pink flowers in its hands. It is quiet freaky. Grabbing my apron, I head to my table.
As I go past the refrigerator I could smell the stinky. It smells as bad as an open sewer. It has been there for weeks!! The unlucky thing is that you have to go to the refrigerator every time you want to change the song on the music player.
I believe in “Music is my art” The first thing I do when I enter the art room is to make sure the music is on. My friends and I always sing while we do our paintings. The music and the lyrics give us idea about what we should paint.
This room is not just an art room for me. It is like a book with my favorite memories in it. Someday I won’t be in art anymore, but the amazing memories and art work will still remain in my heart!!