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Belonging - Sanjana Sukumar




My room is a product of my creative expression. Every detail has been well thought out and has meaning to it. It has always been a priority in my life to make sure my space makes me feel like I belong.

The process began in third grade when my family and I moved back to California from India. My parents told me I couldn't paint the walls so I biked to Micheals to grab some 3D stickers. The stickers were made out of foam and came in an assortment of colors. I decided I wanted my wall to look like a garden since my favorite book at the time was The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett. I placed stickers together in order to create flowers, trees, grass, and a sun. All of these stickers have a special place in my heart because of what they represented. Specifically, the sun sticker that is a representation of light to me which is an essential part of my room. If there’s even a speck of light shining through my curtains in the morning, I will draw the curtains open and make way for it. Opening the curtains, blinds, and windows are a way in which I make my space feel more open and refreshing.  As the light hits every object in my room, I am filled with a sense of pride in my creations and bask in the fact that these creations are mine.


Throughout my life, my room has always reflected my growth. Every year I would change some aspect of my room whether that meant changing the placement of the furniture or painting my entire room blue. I thoroughly enjoy this process of change since I am doing it for myself and by myself. My room looks nothing like it did when I was in the third grade. Instead, my room now has zero stickers on the wall, has been covered in blue paint, has an abundance of family/friend pictures, has a huge tapestry over an entire wall, and still holds the dog poster I got from my 4th grade scholastic book fair with all my “secrets” written on the back of it. My room makes me feel like I belong since I have shaped it to do so. I will put things up and take things down as I please. I will walk in and walk out as I please. I will cry, laugh, sing, dance, sleep, and eat in my room as I please. Through this all, my room sits, waiting for me with open arms. 







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  1. I liked how you described the importance of the garden themed stickers, especially the sun sticker, because you were able to show what is important to you, such as having light in your room. When you said your room as "reflected your growth" do you mean it has reflected the change in your personality and what is most meaningful to you? I would tweak some grammar in the last paragraph. For example, if you changed "I would change" to "I have changed", it gives the reader the idea that this process is still going on. Perhaps, you can dive deeper into other aspects of your room. You included a lot of great details about the sun sticker representing light, but maybe you can include how the other aspects of the garden are represented in your room and why they are important to you.

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