Word: roomming
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...whole dorm room. Well, first of all I happen to like schemes. I wanted my room to be more than a mish-mosh of posters; I wanted my room to have a definite feel to it. When I look around my room right now, I essentially feel happiness. On the surface, the brilliant colors and the many smiles just make my room a wonderful place to be. However, the emotion I feel goes beyond how cute Pooh looks, but also involves all the underlying emotion and personal connection. By surrounding myself with the inhabitants of Pooh Corner all over...
...Okay, so you asked about other peoples' reactions. When I first got here, my roommates were a bit surprised. But since I keep my Pooh-gear confined to my own little room which I keep all year (the only advantage of Canaday), it doesn't really bother or affect them at all. I think the key is that Winnie the Pooh is not the thing I'm interested in; it's just what I want my room to look like...
...rather dull at times--hours and hours spent reading textbooks and writing essays. So my thinking is, if I have to spend so much at a desk at least let in be in an environment that I like. That's why I spent so much time fixing up my room. Just looking around reminds me how wonderful life...
...guess I should finish with a brief synopsis of the stuff in my room. I have three bed spreads (w/curtains)--Pooh and Tigger playing in the leaves for autumn, Pooh sledding through snowflakes for winter, and Pooh and piglet surrounded by a sunshine and clouds for spring and summer. It's a nice way of bringing the outdoors inside my room. My walls are covered with Winnie the Pooh stick-ups, which are a really nice way of brightening up all the white space. I guess I'll just list everything else I have: Pooh desk lamp, Pooh, Piglet, Tigger...
...been an arty haven for tortured souls of Cambridge for over 50 years. Offering authentic southern Spanish cuisine and potent coffee concoctions, the Pamp, as the regulars affectionately say, brings cultural flair to Cambridge. Flaunting a pastiche of old world southern Spanish design and industrial chic, the one-room subterranean establishment boasts cement walls accented by hot water pipes suspended from the ceiling. Small black lacquered tables clutter the single-roomed cafe as tortured writers sit enraptured in their favorite author's prose. In the back kitchen, two or three waify waiters lounge around the underground den in the standard...