The Bedroom of Doom
My father was rather surprised to come home to find the entire contents of my bedroom, bed and all, firmly planted in the middle of the landing. Having gotten the results I needed for Aberystwyth, and just 5 weeks to go, I had begun cleaning my room.
The task before me was a daunting one. Stacks of assorted paper littered my shelf; the floor was covered in clothes, packaging, and mugs; and unknown mysteries lurked under the bed.
Putting on some Frank Turner, I set to work – first tackling the floor, and then moving on to the shelf. Working my way through the piles was like taking a core sample in the arctic, the further down I got, the further back in time were the content. Evidently some of the stacks of paper had started some 7 years ago and been there ever since.
Whilst seeing some of my old school work was certainly interesting, the real fun was coming across things long since forgotten. Wondrous treasures left unknown to civilization for who knows how long.
It was a bit like this, only I wasn’t Harrison Ford, and there were no rolling boulders.
Other than all the Aberystwyth bags and pens I’d somehow amassed in the past year, I also uncovered such goodies as Pokémon Monopoly, a French wooden chess set, and £1.63 in loose change.
Next week I start sorting the rest of my stuff, I wonder what I’ll find.
This post was written for my page on AberInsiders.
Tags: AberInsiders, Aberystwyth, life
