Science Leadership Academy

My legs were tired, and I was hungry on the cool night that I went to buy the furniture for my new room. This was the first time I saw the picture that now hangs over my bed. I had been in the furniture store, Ikea for what seemed like hours. Until I came across a nice dresser and nightstand to match the new winter lake colored walls I was soon going to paint my room. I began my hunt to find the perfect picture. I looked all over the store and to my surprise I found the perfect picture in no time! The piece of artwork I found was of Time Square in New York. This picture immediately caught my attention because of the way the bright colored taxicabs jumped out of the black and white colored, eye level picture. I was about to jot down the number of the picture so I would be able to find it later and as soon as I got ready to write, a loud annoying ringing noise sounded all over the store. I figured it was the fire alarm and the next thing I noticed was everyone being evacuated out of the building. Everyone seemed to lack a sense of panic that I would expect after hearing a fire alarm. I feared that this evacuation would ruin my chances of getting the piece of artwork I wanted because I figured that I would loose my sense of how to get back to the section where the picture had been located

But before I had the chance to stray too far away from the picture the alarm sounded off and people began shopping again as though they were deaf and none even noticed the loud annoying sound the fire alarm made. So I quickly found my way back to the public display set room where my soon to be piece of art hung. I quickly jotted down the number and headed straight and proceeded to the check out room, very satisfied in the progress I made in Ikea that day.
As I stayed awake late at night in my undone room I realized I did not need to freak out about buying the picture because it stayed sitting in the hallway right outside my door for about three weeks until I actually got to hang it up on the wall.
As the painting was still sitting outside my room a few weeks later, I decided to ask my friends to help me paint my room to speed up the process. They were happy to oblige. That Saturday Harrison, Emma, and Christine met me at my medium sized twin house in Mt airy at around one. We quickly set up the paint and covered all of the furniture in my room and then we began to paint. Having four people there certainly sped up the process and in a few hours my room was complete.
I had promised my friends if they were careful, and did a good job we could have a paint fight afterwards to have some fun. So we took the remaining paint outside and just played around. After we were done we were all covered in paint, however we didn’t care because we all remembered to not wear good clothes and I wouldn’t have cared regardless because my room was finally painted.

We said our goodbyes and I went back up stairs, moved the old furniture back into its original position because I hadn’t bought the new furniture yet and then walked out into the hall to get my ready to hang piece of artwork, and then raced back to my room, careful not to drop it so I could place it on the wall above my bed. I noticed that one of us had gotten a small, but undoubtedly noticeable amount of paint onto the picture. Of course I was angry but I figured it was partially my fault for not moving it completely out of harms way. The following day I went to back to Ikea to purchase the new furniture and I talked my mom into buying me a new picture.  She wasn’t happy but she unwillingly agreed. We got home and hung it up, along with the furniture and now my room was finally complete.

I realize this picture has no historical value, no importance to a lot of people, and not a large monetary value but I just had to have it. However, as I Laid in bed that night I figured I should have waited to by my new picture, and I realized patience truly is a virtue.