Disaster Zone or Bedroom
by Bobby White

     Sometimes I wonder if I walked into a disaster zone or my bedroom? It is pretty messy but its not all my stuff. My brother and I share a room. We have bunkbeds and boy, they are neat and there also high and extremely comfortable. Its like a feather nest.

     My closet is so dirty and crammed full, but it's full of memories because I have all my old schoolwork from the past years. It is as packed as the mall at christmas time.  It has my school and play clothes in it too.

I really like my noisy stereo because when I'm bored, I can always turn on an peppy song.  I listen to it when I am doing my homework.  I like all kinds of music, but Country is my favorite.  I have CDs stacked all over the place.

When I am in my room I feel comfortable and peaceful because it's about the only place thats quiet. When it is clean, I feel very proud of myself.

 

How would you rate this essay on content?  Give it a score of 1 (low) to 6 (high).  There are at least 6 mechanical errors.  Can you circle them?