我的室友英文作文

Simon Fan (fls)

English Writing

8 March 2012

My roommate John

One night, when I was having a bath alone in the washing room, the light suddenly went out. “What’s up?” I shouted, but no replies. It seemed nobody was in the room and the switch went wrong again. So I went out to switch it on directly. Just at that moment, a flash of camera suddenly appeared, followed by a burst of laughter. “Perfect postures. Smile and say cheese!” Then I saw a smiling face in the corner. Oh, my god, it was John. He always played various tricks on people and it was my turn. As fast as he could, he ran out of the room, saying that “Great pictures! I’ll use it as my computer background. ”

Indeed, he’s quite a naughty boy. Tall and handsome, he wears a thick mus-tache. He has many hats, and when the winter comes, he usually has his purple hat on all day long even when he is sleeping. And that always reminds me of a scene that a cute baby in the cradle.

I still remember the time when he first entered the university. As he had never lived in the dormitory before, he wasn’t accustomed to the college life. Away from home, he missed his parents so much that he kept a close and frequent

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phone contact with them. And almost all the talks were the same, his parent always informed him of the dos and don’ts. And John just nodded his head, saying “yes” or “I got it” Things were always like that, and after the talk, he would strictly do what he was told. But when it came to the dormitory rules, things were quite opposite.

With the garbage produced each day, the cleaning was done in turn. But when it was John’s turn, he would always find some fine excuses and refused to do so. We complained a lot to him, but it didn’t work. It seemed that all the rules set for the dormitory was invalid for him.

Honestly speaking, he is quite a diligent student. Even during the military training, he still spared some time to study in the library and sometimes even absented himself from the training, which was quite rare in that period. And the absence finally contributed to his low grade on the training course, and he usually complains about that even almost two years passed. Every semester, he will choose lots of courses, and he is always the busiest one in my class. 7 am out, 12 pm back, that’s his regular routine, and nobody can prevent from him doing so, except the computer games.

Once he starts playing the game, he’ll immediately get lost in the virtual world. With his back against the wall, he lies on his bed, staring at the screen mo-tionlessly, and clicks the mouse consistently. And the posture can last a whole day. But after several days’ obsession, he’ll definitely uninstall the game, claiming that he’ll never touch it again. But several weeks later, we’ll see him playing the

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same game again.