Other than a life-size Monopoly board, my bathroom has several unusual functions.
Our dryer broke last month and my dad has yet to fix it. Unable to live as a civilized being without clean clothing, I've found other means of drying them. After rejecting the Uncle Buck method of microwaving my shirts or suspending my jeans from the ceiling fan, I've resorted to hanging everything in my bathroom. Now it is a jungle of preshrunk fabrics and polyester blends.
In addition to a makeshift laundry room, my bathroom has also turned into a dictionary. Preparing for the GRE, I've compiled a heap of essential vocabulary words and hung them all over the wall. Over the course of the summer, I've kept adding to the list and transformed that empty space into a lexicographer's nightmare.
I will miss my multifarious bathroom once I head to school.
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