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It varies. Here are some common choices.Lab notebook (typically graph paper)Composition notebook (lined or graph)Legal pad (lined)

Start with free form bubble sketches in a notebook, then tidy it up with straight lines. Meanwhile, go to your local library and check out a few books on home designs. Not home builder's catalogs, because it's illegal to copy their designs. Look for books that explain optimal room sizes and layouts.If your at a friend's house and like a feature therein, sketch it in your notebook. Soon you'll have the notebook full of ideas and sketches; and you'll also be armed with some knowledge of room design requirements from the books.When all that's done. Get a 4x4 quad graph paper notebook, a simple 12 in ruler, a stack of pencils, and an eraser pen (and a pencil sharpener!). Start practicing on house sketches and drafts. All the while, studying more library books on home design. This way, you'll be able to compare your drafts to accepted drafting designs and refine them as you go.When you feel confident that your design is acceptable, graduate to a 17x22in 4x4 quad graph pad with vanishing grid (for making copies without the grid lines showing up). Prepare a draft (or two) based on your design, refine it, do it again until it's up to curent codes and standards. You may have to do quite a few until it's right.After that, buy a paperboard tube to keep your design [rolled up] in. At this point you may need to present it to your municipal authorities for approval, in which case you may also need to get it certified or copyrighted to prevent someone from claiming it as their own or causing you other legal greif.You will also have to draft not only a floor plan; but an electrical plan, foundation plan and others - which you'll provide copies of each to any contractor you use during the approval and construction process.I know this works because I did these very things to design my own home, and learned a lot in the process.

This is a dream I had. Warning: This is a really long answer. You are warned.…MEEP!MEEP!MEEP! My alarm clock sounds at 6AM as I get up. Sitting up with my back straight, I robotically stretch. The only joint that have currently moved are my hips. Getting up, I walk to the side of the bed and straighten out the covers. During the night, my pillow, stuffed animal (will there even be stuffed animals?), and covers moved only enough so I can rest my head and have my body covered by the blanket. I slept like a log, as always.I go to my drawer to pull out a school uniform. Like always, I slip on the dress and zip up the back by myself. I deftly brush my hair, my neck keeping it in place the whole time. I don’t even see why. In this world, my hair is totally clear of tangles. Then, I brush it up into a perfect medium ponytail. Then, I get out my backpack.Then, I head over to the curtains and open them, as I see the neighbors doing the same. Not a single sound could be heard besides the sound of curtains getting pulled back.Then, mechanically, my family (1 mom, 1 dad, 1 brother, I’m the sister) gets in a line and head down the stairs, saying nothing. As each person fills up their bowl with a cup of cereal and a cup of milk (which is all measured out), my dad turns on the music. To me, it sounds like the ticking of a metronome. Yes, the notes are varied, but they all sound the same to me. Exactly 15 minutes later, we finish the breakfast exactly as the song finishes.Then, my brother and I grab our backpacks and walk at exactly 3 MPH to the bus stop. I go to the high school and he goes to the neighborhood school. The bus drives at exactly 20 MPH in the neighborhood, 40 MPH on the street, and 60 MPH on the highway.As I get to school, I sit there, hands on my lap with palms facing down, legs crossed at the ankles, and back straight. I occupy the window seat on the right side, so my backpack is to the right of me.After exactly 20 minutes of driving, the bus arrives at school. Classes begin at 7:00 AM. Since I have 20 minutes to kill, being the perfect robot-y kid I am, I sit down in the hallway and read my independent reading book in silence after getting my class materials. Then, as the 5 minute bell rings, I head to class. In 2 lines (gender divided) we file in from shortest in the front and tallest in the back.As the bell rings, we head inside. The lines snake their way around the desks as students sit down. (Since I’m going into 9th grade next year, let’s just assume for the sake of simplicity that it’s Algebra 1). Each student gets the textbook out of their desk after turning in homework (in a bin next to their desk. The teacher puts up a powerpoint as each student writes their notes down in a 1″ thick white binder with 100 sheets of graph paper in it. Everyone is using the same black mechanical pencil with the same box of lead and eraser next to them. Everyone learns something (because teaching kids at home is banned). When it’s 7:55 the bell rings again, dismissing the students to their next class.Everyone joins a line during passing period and we walk mechanically, students going in or dropping out at various places. I head to my next class, only to repeat it again. (Let’s assume I have HS English 1). Memorization, flashcards, textbooks, the entire ordeal……11:55. Lunchtime. I head to homeroom and drop off my binders on the way. Then, I get my lunchbox. Lunch is boring and silent, with the silence only to be penetrated by the sound of a bunch of 14 and 15 year olds chewing a sandwich. As usual, the lunches are the same. Everything is the same.…A few more classes later, the bell dismisses us. I head to the bus stop in a neat line and get on the bus. The bus arrives, and I walk home with my brother, whose bus has already dropped him off.…At home, I have exactly 2 hours of homework. The pencil scratches the surface of the paper as I write monotonely in a perfectly readable and equally aesthetic and annoying handwriting. Every letter looks the same, unemotional, dead. Young children kick a ball outside. All the balls and children look extremely similar. Some others play basketball. Bam. Bam. Bam. Kick. Kick. Kick. All in a monotonous synchronized manner.As I finish homework, I get out a violin (violas are banned for being inferior, so are a bunch of other stuff so there’s literally 10 instruments allowed to be legally owned) and start practice. Scales. With metronome. c…d…e… As the other people also start practice. The neighborhood swells with the monotone sound of people practicing scales. Exactly 24 minutes later, I (and pretty much everyone else in this place) practice songs. All the songs are the same. Sheet music is followed blindly. Nothing interesting happens. Nobody makes a mistake.…1 hour and 6 minutes later, it’s dinner time. Dinner is, as always, a bowl of rice with a slide of vegetables. Everything looks the same. The smell of dinner wafts out of the window, only to join other congruent (for lack of better word) smells.After dinner, it’s shower/other time. When the clock strikes seven, my mother turns on the “news” (read: temperature forecast). Everything is in a state of blissful peace, I think. There was food to eat.After a half hour of news was shower and brushing teeth. Exactly 10 minutes for the shower, 5 minutes for teeth. Then, I fall asleep as soon as my head touches the pillow after I put my book on my nightstand and turn off the light. I sleep like a log. I fall asleep in a blissful state of total peace and joy as the other under 18’s do at exactly 8PM.…MEEP!MEEP!MEEP! My alarm clock……Meanwhile on the other side of the world, the government of this place hypothetical me lives in is nuking a bunch of cities, killing lots of people.In this world, those who deviate from the mean is killed. Everything is done to the beat of a metronome. The beating of the metronome, the ticking of the clock, everything is a constant. Everyone is happy. The skies are blue. There is laughter, there is joy.The children have the same haircuts, clothes, lunchboxes, backpacks, etc. Everyone acts robotically, soulless. If asked a question, everyone would give the same answer, or I don’t know, for those who don’t know it. Everything is done on extremely accurate precision. Nothing is off. Nobody gets less than 100% + extra credit on an assignment. No one plays a wrong note. All food is cut equally thick. Everything is packaged equally. All cups of coffee has exactly 60 beans in it. All notebooks and binders are in black or white (depending on the grade level). The world is black and white. Gray does not exist. Colors do not exist.All in the name of being the perfect nation.…Sorry that was long. But this was such a fun (and scary) question to answer.