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This place is as cold as North Pole, the books and documents are neatly packed like a packed canned of sardines. Gifts from students throughout the years arranged neatly on the desks along with mountains of worksheets piled absurdly high. The smell of stale air and the nagging tip-tapping of the keys of laptops echoed throughout the room. Used red pens visibly thrown away in rubbish bins. The wafting smell of takeout canteen food could be smelt and the hurried sounds of clicking of heels could be heard as people rushed around.

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The pure white wall glistens before me, the aroma and scene of home made delicacies whiff through the air. The sounds of the place sounds of clanging and banging occurs whenever I try to make food. This place seems to have an aura of productivity around me whenever I enter there. The food we create is either heaven or hell to us.

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The cold
air rushed out of the door as I opened it gently. The lights were blinding and the sounds of clicking were music to my ears. I pulled out one of the many chairs and pressed a button making the screen light up. The loading was as slow as a snail. Our voices were booming like thunder as they echoed off the walls in the diminutive room.

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The fresh air blowing from the surrounding nature. Trees and leaves fills the surroundings. It was as quiet as a cemetery. With a huge tent-like structure protecting me from the elements. It was a safe haven to revise in. The relaxing atmosphere calming me down after a stressful day in class. :))

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Students fill this place every recess. The uniform groups practice their drills in the scorching hot sun that could leave a line. The place is like a volcano during the afternoon. The sports that are played by the students there brings joy to their lives and you can smell the delicious aroma of food can be smelled from the canteen  The grass is green as a leprechaun. The ship flags hang proudly on the wall, while the nation and school's flag with pride on their poles.

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This place is hell
I see ms Lim is as smart as our teacher
We spend most of our time in school here
There's alot of paper around this place
This place is quiet and sometimes noisy
Students may dread coming here

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Its spacious, its as smoky as a chimney. The sight of apparatuses at the back of the room is as tidy and organised as a girl's room

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Students start streaming in as soon as the bell rings. The atmosphere is so still and quiet that you can hear a pin drop. Students lined-up neatly in rows reading their books. "Students please sing the national anthem." was heard and students stood up and sang like birds that felt a sense of belonging to their motherland. Chattering fills the air when students go their for their physical education lessons or for their co-curricular activities.

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The bell rings a signal of the incoming flood. The place filled with the sound of culinary skills in action as our nose is filled with unique and robust flavours explosion. The place is a cramp as a slum in Brazil and this feeling of impatience of waiting for a meal is draining the life out of me. The chairs are dragging their feet in and out so much that is annoyingly disturbing. The sound of chattering can be heard form miles away.

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Around me, muscles as hard as iron. Walls painted like lessons to build students up. An ocean pouring down from their foreheads. I look down, my eyes blinded with vivid colours that make a curve on my lips. Huffing, puffing from everyone I hear. Their smirks craving victory. All of us, panting like dogs under the scorching hot blazing sun. At the sides, the wind gush like a gentle Breeze. At the end, we all just had our heads on cloud nine.