One of my favorite places in the universe is the classroom. Ever since I entered the first grade, I have loved school. Nothing compared to being with friends, learning new things, and having fun all in one place. In order to fit in, I would add my comments to the conversations that the only good thing about school was recess. However, I secretly loved the classroom. I always managed to get the teachers that added such color to the classrooms, which always made their lessons come to life. It was my favorite part of school. Regardless, something always puzzled me. I never had a problem doing homework at school, but it was always a battle to force myself to do it at home, and I could never figure out why. Then something magical happened.
My dad remodeled our home. I never imagined what home could feel like before my dad finished remodeling our home. Even worse, I didn’t even care about what it looked like. It all started to change when we finished the carpet and walls. I’ll never forget when I came home to the sweet smell of new carpet. It made a majestic sight combined with the new paint on the walls. There was a comfort and a satisfaction that came from seeing these new elements in our home. That was just the beginning. Soon my parents bought new couches and pictures for our walls. Then they put up new shelves and we got a new stand for our tv. They even bought me a desk. By the time we were done with our house, I didn’t want to leave. The matching colors and decorations brought a calming peace to my mind.
I’ve always loved the environment of a classroom and a library. After the remodel, I found the environment so much easier to do homework in. It felt like I was at school when I did homework at home. I found myself completing my homework faster and faster. It was so much easier to think. Through décor I was able to bring the classroom home. I feel that décor matters because it has a profound influence on our minds and the way that we think. The décor in our home opened up my mind to a new world by providing an environment in which I could learn. I was a good student, now I am a great student. I used to like learning, now I love it.
Although most do not see the potential of a great décor, I am not most people. From holiday to the first day of school to congratulatory décor, how one furnishes a room is important. To me, décor is like setting the stage to life because, despite popular opinion, the way your stage looks can have a drastic impact on your attitude, personality, and mood. In my personal experience, this has been true many times; however, I can recount one instance where the décor played a huge role in an intimate, family event. This essay will describe the time in which décor meant the most in life and why it mattered.
It was a brisk Thanksgiving morning. I had just woken up and as I hurried to get dressed, my stomach was in knots because it would be the first time I had seen my extended family in years. You may ask why this was a stressful time for me: it was the first time my mother and father would be in the same room since I was young and they not particularly enjoy one another’s company. So I rushed downstairs to help my grandmother prepare the meal. There was chicken. There were lima beans. There was apple pie (my favorite). There was ham. There were macaroni and cheese. All of the workings of a great Thanksgiving meal had been prepared, yet something was missing. “Ah, the décor,” I thought.