Underground forensic room

Thesis: Many people don't know where the forensic room is so they miss out on all the aspects of the room, through my first encounters with the room will show what the place means for me and how it could mean to others.

Body paragraph 1: As you walk from the UC downstairs entering the underground into room 78, the forensic room, you get this feeling like you totally belong that nowhere else could feel this good. My first encounter with this room was during a meeting for speech & debate. I took a glance at everything I saw and first thing in my sight was the posters on the wall. Each poster was so different but it had a meaning behind each and every one of them. The poster with the peace sign and people protesting in the background was its own debate itside itself. by looking at that poster it was an automatic connection with the room like a bee to a flower. My love for debate had grown enormously large as if the sun could fit inside. The color of the room was a pearl white and when you look up you see wooden boards as if the clouds forgot to cover the sky. For me this wasn't a bother, it just made it feel just as cozy like the warmth of a blanket on a clod winter night, you forget that the roof isn't fully covered. The room doesn't have any distinct smell just of food from the microwave when cooked, a sporadic smell of all the different flavor hitting the tip of your nose then suddenly going away within minutes. My first encounter would not be my last I had fallen in the room like tripping into a hole but in my case not wanting to get out. What made my connections differentiate from other places in the Houston Community would be the aspects that drew me in.