Thinking made visible

My hometown was a wonderful (or choose your own adjective) place to grow up.
Laci had a rather eccentric style.
Mr. Brown is the worst teacher I’ve ever had.
The room seemed very institutional.
My hometown was overlooking the ocean; waves crashing, birds chirping, ocean breeze blowing. what a beautiful place.

laci had on, red high heels and a bright purple silk dress. The hat on her head stood out the most, it consisted of sharp colored feathers.

My teacher would constantly fall asleep in the middle of class, the only thing I learned from his class was how to fold paper origami.

Walking into her office was like walking into a jail cell. The room was very tiny, I felt as if the walls where closing in on me and it didn't help that there where bars on the windows. There was nothing in there besisdes two chairs and a wooden desk, I had no other option than to sit down.