Room Description

The sound of keys tapping furiously create a rhythmic pattern that rings throughout the crowded room. Quiet chatter flows from the mouths of many who sit at the paper white desks trying to complete the task at hand. Sweet fruity perfume meshes with powerful cologne and dusty old books to create an unappealing smell that stings my nostrils. Each breath I take sends a tingling sensation to the back of my throat from the minty flavor that is magnified from the cool crisp air. The old metal chairs move back and forth on the tile flooring, leaving behind dark black marks with each loud squeaking noise. The tired droopy look on each students face is an indication that the day is slowing wrapping up, another day come and gone.