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Entering the drama room I am immediately surrounded by the familiar sights, smells and sounds. Streaks(ÌõÎÆ£¬ÏßÌõ) of light cast by the blinds of the tall ___1___ send shafts(¸Ë×´Îï) of light through the dusty air. I take a ___2___ and the concrete and paint ___3___ tickle my nose. I ___4___ everything about this room.
Some of the ___5___ times of my life have been spent here. It’s ironic, but the ___6___ is the only place where I feel that I don’t have to ___7___ to be someone I’m not. Like many teenagers, I almost ___8___ think that people are judging me, but when I act, that feeling disappears.  People only look at your ___9___ ability, not your clothing, money, choice of friends, or any of the other ways people are usually ___10___.