上了初中的话，因为家离学校的距离过远，很多人都开启了宿舍生活的篇章。下面是小编给大家整理的my dorm life英语作文，供大家参阅!

my dorm life英语作文篇1

The annoyance in my school life

The school life is always mixed blessing for me. I am pleased that I can meet my good friends again,I can reactive in various campus activities and I can concentrate on my studies to harvest the new knowledge. At the same time, I have to continue a lot of annoyances. For instance, when I am very hungry I have to queue up to buy food in the crowded restaurant, when I am very thirsty, only to find the thermose in my dormitory already empty, and when I finish all of my classes, I have to drag my exhausted body to squeeze onto the school bus finding no seat. When all the annoyances occur as usual I get ill suddenly,which is the most annoying thing for me .

First of all, when I am ill I will feel very uncomfortable,which seriously affects my study and daily life. In class, I can not concentrate on lectures so that I can not answer the teacher's question quickly and correctly. Besides I feel it more difficult to complete the task my teacher assigned efficiently. After class, I do not even want to go to the restaurant for dinner even if I am very hungry. It is not because I'm lazy, but I really do not have the strength to squeeze. I have no choice but walk back to the dorm slowly. I want to sleep well hoping to feel better,but I always wake up from the sleep feeling painful and can not fall asleep. Getting ill at school is as annoying as having nightmares at night.

Second, seeing a doctor in the hospital takes me a lot of time and money. It is very difficult to find a good doctor to get timely treatment and recover the health for me. I had to do a lot of things in the hospital. First,I have to queue up in order to register in the hospital. Second,I need to wait for my turn to see the doctor in the crowed. Then, I need to wait to do the diagnostic checks. After checking, I also need to continue to wait for the doctor's final diagnosis. Finally,I also need to line up before the window to get my medicines. Getting sike often spends me a lot of money, because of the expensive medical bills. I am afraid of getting sick, because seeing the doctor also makes me annoyed.

Moreover, the meals in my school canteen make me have no appetite when I am sick. The docter asks me to have light diet so I want to have some light porridge and hot,soft foods. But most of the food in my school canteen are very spicy and relatively cool,which is not conducive to the body's absorption of drugs. Because of my poor diet, I can not quickly recover.

Getting ill is the most annoying thing for me in my school life. The uncomfortable feelings, the troubles when I go to see the doctor and the slow recovery process make me feel panic and depressed. I think the best way to solve this trouble is to take more exercise to enhance the body's immune system to avoid getting sick.

my dorm life英语作文篇2

Actually,Dorm life is totally different.it is a great experience to meet all this people.Different types of people are in the dorm.I didn't get to know with them fully but still not bad live around them in the first year.It's very important to get a long with them.They helped me a lot.We study together,chat together,so became very good friend day by day.

We comfort you when you feel anxious

We help you when you are in trouble

We encourage you when you wanna do something

Tt's time to say goodbye to dorm life in school.Nothing to much but still a lot to remember.At least this is my first dorm life without parents.

People changes as time past by.We lose friends and gain new friends.That is how we operates.

Anyway,Best wishes to you my friends,Cuz(because) you Cuz(because) dorm life give me a lot of benefits.

my dorm life英语作文篇3

Compared with the forty year old shabby dormitory I am living in now, the one I lived in for three years in high school was heaven: three students shared one brand new suite with air conditioners and a bathroom.

In three years time we changed it thoroughly:the color of the floor turned from bright pink into muddy gray, and the closet a hive of insects proliferating among piles of rotten fruit.And our masterpiece was the bathroom, a never drying swamp which served as the habitat of various kinds of mold, and even rodents, rats would occasionally take the trouble to pay us a visit, and.., all three of us felt like sobbing when we at last had to say good bye to our lovely filthy dormitory. Maybe it is because that the dormitory had changed us as well as we'd changed it.

The first lesson our dormitory taught us was to look after ourselves. Frankly speaking, we were not good students at all. I still remember the underwear that was soaked in soapy water for one and a half years before it was finally thrown away. Almost each of the boys' dormitories had gradually developed its own unique "fragrance" usually a mixture of rotten fruit, unwashed socks, stunk towels and some junk food. We could tell one dormitory from another by sniffing instead of looking. Our tolerance towards untidiness was amazing.

However, in spite of all this, we really did make some progress. Bit by bit, we started to wash dirty clothes before they stunk, cleaned the garbage bin when it could hold no more trash, we even used brushes in a not-sc-successful attempt to refurbish the floor. The point was that we were not obeying any order, we did every bit of the cleaning for ourselves, because we wanted to live in a better place. Though nothing we did could be called an achievement, it was the first time we fully bore the consequences of our behavior, and took the responsibility.

Thus it was not surprising that I often found myself the only one to clean up my university dormitory which looked no better than a garbage bin when my roommates felt normal of it.

When talking about our dormitory life, and probably all the dormitory life, we should never leave out one thing. This was what we called "bed talks". Though it was considered "illegal,"there was nothing to stop us from deliberately starting a heated discussion right after lights were out. It was our favorite and the only way of ending our day, and we were as punctual for it as our parents are for work. What was the most common topic?Girls, of course! What other topics were there for three energetic adolescent males lying comfortably in bed? We judged them,ranked them, argued over them night after night without feeling the slightest sense of boredom for three whole years. Were we

maniacs? Who is not a maniac at eighteen?

Of course, there were other things we talked about. I still remember one night six of us squeezed ourselves in the most uncomfortable posture onto three beds and held a "conference" discussing whether we should carry out an "impeachment" with our monitor the following day. It was not that he was troubled in any sort of scandal, but that we were just so disappointed at his work. By one o'clock in the morning, we finally came to a conclusion that included two major points. First, we could not reach an agreement on what our monitor's problems really were, because everyone had his own opinion. Second, we could think of nobody suitable to substitute him. From the next day on the six idealistic extremists turned into pragmatic realists. We signed a peace treaty with life, and as to our monitor, he turned out to be the best one in school.

I assume that this is how those "bed talks" changed us. Ask any psychiatrist and you'll know (because this is exactly what they do to their patients) that to lie comfortably in bed is the only way to make someone open his mind. Therefore during bed talks we were able to touch the most intrinsic part of each other,and scrutinize the details of a totally different mind. I was amazed at realizing the great difference among people in terms of their ways of thinking, and the diversity of personalities. This changed our attitudes toward others, and made us more under standing than ever.

If you ask me, among all the bed talks, which one gave me the deepest impression, I would say it was that night when I insisted that Louis was the prettiest girl in our class and Jerry said he would rather die than agree with me. Now after three years Jerry is dating Louis and I am still single. What a quack!

Frankly, I could hardly think of anything particularly special about dormitory life. There was never such a thing that had a dramatic impact on me. All that occurred to me were bits of trivial memories, such as the tears of Lance after he was refused by a girl, the grotesque expressions on James's face when he finally got his pills for stomach ache after staying for half an hour with the school doctor who was notorious for his loquacity, and the night when Jerry dragging a broken leg hopped all the way back with an arm around my neck... These may mean nothing to outsiders, but to my roommates and me they are priceless. It was exactly through these trivial things that we grew and matured. By the time we had to say good bye to our dormitory, we all knew that we were no longer the kids of there three years before. We all knew that this precious period of time would never come back again since we were all changed by the dormitory, and because of that, we all felt like sobbing.