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After reading George Orwell’s 1984 this year, I would sometimes wonder what was in Room 101. For each person, remember, it was whatever unhinged you, whatever you shuddered at most uncontrollably. “Everyone knows what is in Room 101,” Winston Smith is told. “It is the worst thing in the world.” I was a fairly squeamish adolescent, so a good many possibilities suggested themselves, most of them with more than four legs. Room 101 for me would be filled with flies, bees, spiders, cockroaches, etc.! I don’t dare close my eyes when I see a spider, even the smallest one visible to the naked eye, above my bed because gruesome thoughts would fill my head and I wouldn’t be able to sleep. I would begin to think how that little spider could crawl in my nose, go up to my brain, make a nest, have babies, and live inside me. Surprisingly, this would not be the ultimate torture for me; however it would make reveal any wanted information. Several fears deal with failure and my family. I have always tried my best throughout my life. If I was sent to room 101, they would know exactly how to make me collapse to agree to all their commands.
Approximate Word count = 798
Approximate Pages = 3.2
(250 words per page double spaced)
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