Have you ever been to a rat show? Well, each day we go to a rat show. There’s Tom and Harry running up and down in the roof, screaming at each other over and over again. Our class, itself, is the rats’ toilet. The walls are stained with rat droppings and if that’s not bad enough, they also serve as a canvas for the Michaelangelos of the new millennium. These “artists” find it necessary to leave their, not so pleasant, mark on our classroom. We guess they figure they are making our pale-coloured walls more visually appealing.

As for the windows, they are bent up, rusted and guess what? Some are even missing! The floor...what can we say about the floor? It’s dusty, dirty and just so hard to look at because it makes you want to cry. It makes us feel as if we’re sitting in poverty. Don’t talk about the fans! The blades are so shaky that when the fan is on, they look like missiles on the verge of being launched. On hot days, we turn on the fans and just pray that at the end of the period we’ll all leave with our heads intact.

We are students of the Albena Lake-Hodge Comprehensive School, Campus A. We are a third form social studies class, Miss Zeagman is our teacher. The reason we are writing this essay is because our classroom- Room 1, is a disgrace. Room 1 is a Humanities classroom and is used by many different groups of students during the day.

Over the years it has become run down. One of the main problems in our classroom is that it is very dark. It is so dark that students in the back rows can barely see what the teacher is writing on the black board. The lights in the room only work some of the time.

Agenda of the EI/CUT Round Table Meeting.