Description Essays

Descriptive Essay About Home
My definition for home cannot be described by words or by a simple thought, but home is rather
of a feeling. Home is the calmness and serenity that settles over me like a blanket on a cold snowy
night, just a silent assurance telling me I belong there. It took me quite a bit of time to understand
where exactly that place was, and I didn't know that the answer was always right in front of me.
This feeling would come and go, and I would never recognize it because I knew that only the
house I lived in was my home. I never realized that the place I lived was not my home, that home
was in fact more than what the words in the dictionary say.
When I was younger, I lived in the Philippines, my backyard were the rice fields and I would...show
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During lunch, my grandma and mother would cook in the kitchen and set up the food in the big
picnic basket to later share with everyone. We would walk along to thefield and my job was to carry
the cold water jug. As we reached the field, all the farmers would smile and greet us, and some
would even admire me for being such a helper. At lunchtime, I sat there along with all those
workers, eating with them and listening. Their conversations mostly consists of the weather and
how they could improve the rice farm. Often, I would make a comment saying, "Don't worry, I will
help", and they loved me. I was the farm's little helper–––this was my home.
There was a tiny pond with a small bridge in beside our old house. The water was so clear that you
could see your reflection, just like a mirror. The summer was the fishing season; I was on a mission.
I had my bright–pink, half gallon bucket in one hand and a little piece of mosquito net on the other.
I wore my shorts and my favourite T–shirt, with my long hair tied back, a true fisher look, I thought.
I put my biggest toe in first to check the temperature of the water, but I always ended up soaking
myself all the way, up to my head trying to catch the fish –– now that's working hard! My friends
and I filled that bright–pink bucket full and our hearts were filled with the sense of
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Descriptive Essay About Paris
Paris is like no other place on earth, its beauty is indescribable, the amount of famous structures is
astounding, and is attraction draws many tourists there every year. My experience touring Paris
will always be on of my favorite memories. Everywhere I looked, it was as if I was in a dream.
There was so much elegance in such simple structures it seemed unrealistic. Wherever I went, it
seemed as if the magnificence only grew with each passing step.
It all started with the most exhilarating train ride ever. It was about four hours long, and we were
going so fast that the world around me seemed non–existent. The trees were whizzing by so quick
that I could hardly see what color they were. The food that was served melted in my mouth making
me want more with every bite. Although I never wanted the train to stop, nothing could ever
compare to what was awaiting my family and I when we stepped off the train. The aroma of the
different types of food from a variety of places coming together to make my mouth water. Seeing the
bustling streets of Paris filled with people as amazed as we were trying to take in the scenery that
was so vast, it seemed like years before we could visit it all. I was so excited to see what awaited us
in the days to come.
Our first stop was the Eiffel Tower, standing next to such an amazing piece of art was a privilege
as well as intimidating. The Eiffel Tower is 1,063 feet tall making everything else around it seem
insignificant. My family and I waited in

Descriptive Essay On Dystopia
Dystopian Setting
The city that once had homed thousands and been the most economically successful country ever,
was now a contaminated wasteland. The land looked dry, destroyed and lonely. The morning
breeze felt like crying sorrows, and the grey deceitful sky awed down at us. In the deepest corner of
despair lies dystopia where hope dies. As someone looks through the eyes of the devil, they see his
utopia. Only visible by the dim light of the moon was the great wall. Beyond the wall? No one knew.
Stretching away from the wall was a humongous bridge that towered the wall. Standing tall on the
bridge was a tower, which had two circles that almost looked like eyes. Those mysterious, creepy
and dangerous looking eyes stared down at the city giving away a haunting look.
The reek of death hangs in the air throughout the land. Filling the mouths of those who lived in this
abandoned land was the taste of burnt garlic. The screams and cries of terror undistinguishable
between beast and human fill the ears of the last ones living. The sky, which was lit by the glow of
fires, is grey and empty. Decaying bodies and...show more content...
As I walked, the air of this haunted, dreadful and sorrowful land had sucked the life out of
everything and roared as humanity began to disappear. As I carried on walking, I noticed that the
small fraction of light was getting smaller and smaller, until it had been engulfed into a think
black ash like smoke. Aggressively, the wind walked past the building with its cruddy feeling,
blowing away all signs of life. Deeper and deeper into the land was a burning car door. The fire
roared and crackled. The roaring and crackling of the burning car door merged with the aggressive
air and created the loudest sounds ever heard on land. Growing darker, the skies made me feel
nauseous. The fear of not waking up if a human fell asleep towered

Descriptive Essay About Spring
Spring is such a wonderful and joyful season. The air begins to warm, and the temperature rises
slowly. Not only that, but the days seem to be getting longer as well. As the snow begins to melt in
northern America, the lovely flowers begin to bud and the flies begin to come out. The tree buds
starts greening and preparing itself to grow. The air smells different as opposed to winter, it smells
fresh and alive. Spring wraps up winter, and leads on to the hot and humid season called summer.
Spring is the season that prepares itself for the next season, as forestry is starting to grow and
thrive. The animal kingdom also uses spring to mate. The bears that were hibernating no longer have
to hibernate. The smell of freshly cut grass also goes through the warm spring air.
The grouchy people of winter also start to become happy again. Most people dislike winter as it
cold and the driving condition are not great. However in spring, everything is having life, or
coming back to life; as well as their spirits. Spring is finally the time where people can finally eat
outside, open up the window to let fresh air in. Nothing is better than seeing the neon green trees
and grass shining through the low amounts of snow that might still be left behind by Mother Nature.
The farming trade also begins in spring; the farmers begin to plant their vegetables so they can
harvest them when the time is right. Spring also has a very nice holiday, Easter. Families gather at
each other's houses and

Descriptive Essay About Dad
As a kid growing up all I wanted to do is to be like my Dad. Whatever it was I had to do it or wear it.
One time he bought a bright neon green jumpsuit and just two days later I got the same one. As I
got older I began to enjoy watching sports with my Dad. It was amazing because I would jump on
his lap and he would explain to me what was going on the TV, if it was football, track, orbasketball.
My Dad went to Kansas University and he played basketball and ran track there for all four years.
Every time Kansas had a basketball game he would deck out in all of his Kansas gear making him
look like a freshman going to their first college game. After seeing how excited my dad would get
when Kansas played basketball, I began to fall in love with the game of basketball. At that moment
when I was five I made the decision that I wanted to play basketball. From the age of five I began to
play and learn the game of basketball. Every day I would take my ball and go outside and dribble
and shoot, and when I learned something new I would watch for my Dad to come home from work
and I would show him over and over. I remember how happy he would be and it drove me harder to
practice because it made my Dad happy and that made me happy. Now my Dad is six feet eight and
he was built bigger and at the time I was very small and skinny, but that never stopped me because I
knew I would get bigger because I was only five. It wasn't easy for me, lots of kids made fun of me
because I was small and

Descriptive Essay On Lion
Cherry Mae Colong
Professor Gina Crawford
English 101
29 October 2017
Lions (A Descriptive Essay)
Majestic, noble, and brave, this famous iconic wild animal on the planet has captivated the people
since the beginning of time. They are most feared by other animals thus, known as the king of the
jungle – no other than the lions. Member of the genus Panthera, the lion is one of the big cats in the
Felidae family. A lion's head and body size average about 4.5 to 6.5 feet and tail of about 26 to 40
inches in length. A lion also weighs about 265 up to 420 pounds and a size relative to a 6–foot
human. These mammals are also carnivores. Lions have always seen hunting in groups called pride.
While lions generally avoid a full–grown elephant, lions still prefer their preys large like the zebras,
buffaloes, and giraffes. Poised as the top animal in the ecological pyramid, lions have strong physical
qualities, fascinating reputation, and an unfortunate decreasing number of population.
Without a doubt, lions have strong physical qualities. One, in particular, is the lions' amazingly
strong forepaws. So strong and powerful that a lion could kill a hyena in just one blow. Also, a
lion's muscular body has less bone mass compared to the other animals, which makes it responsible
for its graceful movements. Each of their paws is equipped with soft pads, making them soundless
as they move. A lions' eyes are well–adapted in low light, an advantage for them to go hunting at
night. A

Descriptive Essay About Art
The more I learn about art in art class the more I pay attention to everything I see. I try to
understand the meaning of each art I see, and what the artist is trying to inform me or to the
world. In the study of art you have to pay attention to every detail in an art work and what color or
shapes he or she used. Of all the art works that I saw in the Museum of Fine Arts, there were three
art works which I preferred out of hundreds of arts works in the museum. The very first art work
that I saw at the museum is one of my favorite ones. The artist that created the art work his name is
Frederic Remington. His art work is an American made in 1861–1909. The painting was made with
oil paint on canvas to make it look shinny. The painting is representational because the three horse
raiders resemble real things from the real world. In this painting Frederic Remington creates
tension by suspending the action at its climax. As the raiders and horses rush headlong into the
viewer's space, the fate of the fallen raider is unclear. While the facial expressions of the raiders
appear calm, the rearing heads and flared nostrils of the horses convey the horror of the scene. His
painting catches your eye right away because of the light colors he uses to distinguish between the
sky and the terrain. The color of the sky looks very realistic because of the combination of colors
blue and white. Yet he didn't use white for the clouds, but you can tell that it is sunny because of the
shadow that

Descriptive Essay of an Object
Accessorize with a Meaning
It takes up about two inches on my thick, and short middle finger. It is relatively small, yet has
been proven to have great importance and meaning. This dented, imperfect circle fits loosely, and
comfortably which allows for the constant usage and handling. It has a unique, and undefined
shape that compliments the small circles within the accessory. There is a band of a perfect line of
small circles that runs infinite in the exact middle of the accessory. The thirteen small circles sit in
the small seats of metal all in unison and order. Sharp, pointed tips that look like the top of a
vintage castle, pull the pendants on the outsides of the line, up and back down. If you cut the jewel
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My sweet sixteen is a night I want to smell, hear, touch, taste, and feel forever. The ring helps me
hold on tight to this special time in my life. The ring's unique shape also has a symbolical meaning.
The line in the middle represents the stability and exactness in my life. Unfortunately, like everyone
else, my life consists of many ups and downs. This ring has inflicted an important realization about
my life. When I look down at my finger, I look back

Descriptive Essay About Times Square
When you mention New York to anyone, they automatically think about Times Square. This
beautiful place with skyscrapers, Central Park, and a unique transportation system. However, if
you were to ask me what I think about New York; I believe the skyscrapers block the sun, Central
park is just a regular park for dogs, and the subway trains rarely run consistently especially in the
mornings. I have lived in New York for 18 years, and I have yet to understand what everyone likes
about the " Big Red Apple." Growing up as a resident of New York, one is taught that there's an
opportunity in every corner, but that's not exactly what I see. I have gone to all the tourist sights,
and have yet to find it as fascinating as other states such as: California, Florida, Virginia, Boston
or even Washington D.C.. Times Square was beautiful in the beginning, but then you get
harassed by every person with a costume on, or even if you take a picture with Elmo they charge
you five dollars. Everything is also overpriced, no one should be paying a hundred dollars to ride
on a horse, or paying three dollars per minute on a bicycle ride. Many neighborhoods have
changed, if you go down to Brooklyn it is now hipster, and isn't the way it was before which was
considered the "ghetto." Everyone is paying for an experience that can be found in any state and at
any time. Also, the traffic that goes on in the trains and on the streets is insane. Whether you take
the Long Island expressway, the Clearview expressway or any other expressway you are going to
find traffic.
New york is probably known as one of the most rat infested city. There are many programs that try
to end the rat dilemma, but the rat population is so large that it's hard to control. Not only are rats
found on the train, they are also found in neighborhoods such as the Bronx. Many people complain
about the rat situation to the city, but the homeowners take no action when it's time to clean up their
own mess (Bragdon et al., 2007–2009). Many of the rats that are seen all over the city are huge, and
go crawling around for any food that they can find, mainly in trash cans. Whitestone, Queens is the
neighborhood that I grew up in. Whitestone is a small community, predominantly

Descriptive Essay : Hospital Room
Hospital Room Little particles of dust floated around in the sunlight as I slouched in the
uncomfortable plastic chair. I stared at a half eaten bowl of peaches, each one swimming in it's
own puddle of syrup. It was my first time ever being in a hospital, and it wasn 't for a good reason.
Wrapping my ankles around the cold metal that connected the chair together, I grabbed his hand,
and held it tightly. Gazing at his resting face, his glasses off, and eyes shut, I felt my throat tense
up. The IV in his wrist punctured his wrinkled skin, as it pumped medications into his veins. I didn't
want to cry, and I wasn't much of a cryer, I tried to stay tough, but I couldn't stand looking at his
emotionless face . The grandpa that had gone to...show more content...
Cherishing every last second of his embrace. Just as I was about to pull away, my mom walked in
and said, " It's time for his surgery Candice, we have to go home now." Seeing the redness in my eyes
, and my pillowy cheeks, she added, "But we will be back tomorrow after you get home from
school." Ugh! Why do we have to leave right when he's about to go into surgery? My mom
noticing the frustration in my face, looked at me with her blue eyes, and her sandy brown hair
pulled back into a tiny ponytail. She explained, "Candice, if we stay you will be so bored waiting
for the surgery to be done."
I understood. Slowly, with my eyes towards the floor, I walked out of the room. *** Christmas
music blared out of the Fords fuzzy speakers, as we cruised down the freeway. You could only
turn the volume up to about 14 before it started to sound like a lost signal. It was only the 2nd day
of december, and the holiday tunes were already a bore. So I stared out the window, and glanced
at the clock every once in awhile, checking to see how much closer it was until grandpa went into
surgery. It was 2:39, and the procedure was to start at 3:00. He's probably already knocked out. A
large red, white and blue, semi truck that read Pepsi on it zoomed by my window. Grandpa loves
Pepsi. I thought to myself, and slowly but surely, a tear streamed down my cheek. Quickly I wiped
it away, not wanting my mom to see the sadness I carried. But being my mom, she of

Descriptive Essay About A Beautiful House
Summary
Set on a ridge overlooking the beautiful Olympic mountains –you will truly love this unique home. A
blend of Japanese and northwestern architecture gives the house a perfect feel for a relaxing yoga
retreat or any vacation. With its traditional Tatami room and spectacular Japanese blue tile roof this
spacious home will give you the sublime rest and rejuvenation that you deserve!
Space
You'll love this house!
В· Spacious house with open floor plan
В· Traditional Japanese Tatami Room/meditation room
В· 65 in 1080p tv with HBO
В· Large Deck and backyard with gorgeous views
В· Large yard immaculately landscaped
В· High end cooking appliances
В· Massive master suite with large bathroom
Come stay in this beautiful house ! Whether you're trying to get away from the hustle and bustle of
the city or want to fulfill your love of adventure – this house has everything you could hope for. This
spacious house can easily accommodate big groups and has an open concept floor plan with big
windows that keep the house really bright and sunny.
This home has it all: modern amenities, a quiet location, and proximity to all that the Olympic
Peninsula has to to offer ! This gem of a house provides luxury with all the comforts of home. With
4 bedrooms, 2.5 bathrooms, the whole family can sit back and relax in comfort. There is space for
everyone, whether you want to relax, practice yoga or explore the Olympic peninsula.
Enter

Descriptive Essay About My Bedroom
I'm sitting in my room that I have now, taking some time, and imagining what my magical
bedroom would be like. My magical, imaginary bedroom would be out of this world, extraordinary.
Something many people probably dream about, but know they would not, or could not have. It
would be a dream come true if I could actually have a bedroom like this. I also wished my family
and I could live in an extremely big house. With many rooms, such as, a big kitchen, a two car
garage, 3 bathrooms, and 4 bedrooms, one for guests. My bedroom would be a bedroom as big as a
parents master bedroom. It would be a decent size, and have lots of spacious area. The walls would
be a light, baby blue, and it would have a few gray accents. I would have signs, and little decorations
on the walls. As soon as you walked in from the door you would feel very soft, furry carpet, that was
gray with a mix of white. As soon as you looked up from the beautifully laid carpet, a few feet to
your left would be a vanity with bright ring lights, and makeup mirror lights. All of my makeup
brushes would be in a section, with foundation and other makeup products organized as well. There
would be a bar wear I would put my curling irons, and my straightener. There would be a very
comfy, fluffy chair I would sit on as I was doing my hair and makeup. The chair would be as fluffy
as a polar bear's fur. There would be a greatly beautiful designed rug with baby blue, and gray
designs. Next to that a few feet away there would be a glass desk, that I did my homework on.
There'd be a jar of pens and pencils, a place for markers and scissors, as well as extra paper for all of
my work. As you went farther you would see my vintage gray dresser, with my most favorite
perfumes, and my Ocean Breeze deodorant. As well as a lint roller, and a few picture frames with
family pictures in it. My alarm clock would be atop my dresser too. As well as my hair brush, and a
few decorative things. To the right of my dresser, against my wall would be my bed. It would be a
queen sized bed, with a massaging mattress. I would have loads and bulks of different blankets.
Some heated, many fluffy, and some silky. I would have around 7 different pillows, and a few
stuffed animals, like

Narrative Essay About My Dream
When people ask me, "what's your earliest memories?" I always have this weird response.
Whether it was a dream I had when I was little, or truly experiences from the womb, who knows.
Yet they still remain vivid in my mind. I can imagine myself "popping into existence" and just
floating in a void, no realization of my body, just me existing. But even then I knew I was someone
special, someone set apart from the rest. For what reasons I had no clue of yet.
At the time of my birth, my parents were here over in the states in Wisconsin, though at the time
they were living in Japan, as my dad was serving as an air traffic controller at the military base and
my mom being an en I remember virtually nothing from Japan, as when I was only...show more
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Following the service, we'd head downstairs for snacks and coffee. I didn't dare taste that filthy
coffee, but I could easily grab myself some of my mom's homemade cherry coffeecake and some
little debbies' snacks. While all the other adults would make small talk above us, us little kids
would goof around and play. Except I often didn't play with the others, I'd find myself a good corner
and focus my attention intently on one individual toy. This is how playtime usually went for me. I
studied the physics and used my senses to gather information about the toy.
After that little bit of time, it would be time for Sunday school over at the parsonage. There the
pastor's wife, with her short white hair would have worksheets–o–plenty for us to fill out as she
taught the lesson. We'd learn about Adam and Eve, Noah, David, Jonah, Jesus, Paul...all the typical
Biblical characters you'd imagine. Of course they were a bit sanitized to get rid of the messiness that
was portrayed in the Bible due to our age, but it was mostly the same message. Though sometimes,
we'd get lucky and get to watch a VHS of Veggietales or Superbook!
Afterwords, since most of the time my parents were finishing up in Bible study, I'd go lay on the
grass in front of the church and gaze up into the clouds. I'd try to come up with shapes that were
forming as I'd listen to the loud buzz of all the cars driving on the freeway right by us (yes, the
church was

Descriptive Essay About A Hero
When talking about a hero, some people might think of a veteran, a fire fighter, or even
superman. The definition of the word "hero" varies between different people; however, my
definition of a hero is someone who is selfless, brave, and strong. Someone who doesn't runaway
when things get hard, who gives their all just for the wellbeing of others regardless of the strain it
puts on themselves. When thinking of the word "hero" the only person who comes to my mind
is my cousin Cassy. Cassy fits my own personal description of a hero; she is selfless, brave, and
strong. She doesn't run away when things get tough and most importantly, she looks out for
others no matter what the situation is. What is a hero to you? On September 24th of 2017, my
parents, along with my sister and I, walked into my grandma's house around three o'clock in the
afternoon. My aunt Patty had told us she had very important news for us to hear that evening. As
we sat down in the living room of my grandma's small condo, everybody looked at one another
awkwardly waiting for someone to speak first. My mom started the conversation by asking how
long my aunt was going to be in town. My aunt slightly teared up as she tried to spit out her
response. She began to tell us that she was actually moving back home to Fargo from the farm
place her and her boyfriend lived at near Devils Lake. My aunt started to stutter after a while and
then finally blurted out the sentence that nobody ever wants to hear come from a loved

Descriptive Essay About My Grandmother
My grandmother was a tough lady.
At just over five feet tall, she was the kind of woman that you saw on the street and knew to move
out of her way. Her demeanor was strict, her hands tied with thick blue veins, crissВcrossing over
her thin, frail fingers.
I remember holding her hands as a child, how delicate and soft they seemed and yet that never
made them seem any less worn or sturdy. Her hands told stories of different times, of different
worlds and hardships. She had grown up worlds away from me, in a different land, at a different
time, in an era and a life that I would never know.
My grandmother had stories.
But, she never told stories. Her stories were in the way she ate – she savored her food, cherished it.
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She was seldom outwardly affectionate. She didn't need to be. When I wrapped my arms around
her small frame, afraid I would break her, she responded with a strength disproportionate to her size.
She held tightly, like she was holding on for dear life, and then she let go, she smiled and she
moved on.
My grandmother was an intelligent woman.
She had little schooling, but she had run businesses. She had managed on her own, with a husband
and sons, in a country that didn't care for her or her culture, but only for their aggrandized version
of it. Her experiences were rightful cause to be jaded and hard, and yet she saw brightness and she
saw brightness in me. She saw the great things in life, she loved hard and appreciated the little things
– us going for a walk together or just sitting in the sun on a warm day.
My grandmother's stories were in her complaints.
My grandmother complained about petty things: things that I would complain about. But she never
complained about life and she never complained about pain.
My grandmother had developed a brain tumor, which when removed, removed much of her
immediate memory. For a long time, she didn't remember my name. She had no idea who I was. But
she tried and she learned.
She understood perseverance and the importance of people and she carried on against all odds. The
last time I spoke to her, she knew exactly who I was, despite

Descriptive Essay On The Cave
PICTURE THIS! Boxed in a cave where there are no cracks in the rock to let in sun rays. You and a
couple of friends have lived here your whole lives only talking to each other, sharing ideas, making
a fire to provide everyone a source of heat and entertainment.
The only entertainment you all have are the shadows that pop onto the wall from the light of the fire.
When a shadow appears on the cave wall, the images you see are different types of animals, plants,
people, and even the sun. Discussion arises every time a shadowy figure appear which sparks
everyone to show their intellectual perspective on each reflection. Believing that if you understand
the images that are being projected onto the cave's wall, you will be successful in life but truth is,
those pictures are just mere shadows. One day, you're stumbling around and made a mistake
finding a way out of the cave. As you are walking to the exit of the cave, you are now entering into
a whole new way of life that you once didn't know existed. Upon entering the outside world, you
are intrigued to see what the sun really is, how the plants have different colors and smells, and
what animals really look like. Eager to convey the world that you saw outside the cave, you
stumble in the darkness heading back inside because your eyes have finally adjusted to sunlight and
the lack of light is making it very hard to see in thr dark. You finally
Paris 2 make it back to your friends and proceed to break the news to them about how

Descriptive Essay About Music
I grab the white headphones and put the EarPods into my ears. Then, I go through a variety of
songs until my thumb lingers over the song "You Know Me" by a band named Thunder Dreamer.
Quickly, I click play and the world around me stops as the music enters my ears. The soft guitar
strums put an end to my over thinking and suppresses my feelings of sadness. By the time the vocals
appear in the song, I can only think about music and how happy I am in this moment. By this I mean
that hearing music is the equivalent of being at peace. To be more specific, music puts me in every
place I've ever felt happiness, tastes as sweet as it sounds and relaxes my overwhelming thoughts.
With this said, I am on top of the world when I have the headphones in my ears. I feel as though I
can do anything when I am blasting a song by Cage the Elephant on my speaker. Whether I am
listening through my headphones or on a speaker, the volume is always the highest it can be.
This way, the music penetrates through the walls and through every layer of skin on my body. I
know this high level of noise is not good for me, but the music is. Uniquely, music places me back
into every dream I've ever forgotten. I am suddenly placed into the dream where I'm a kid and I
am laughing as my friends try to catch me in a game of tag. In a matter of three beats, I am a child
again and I can only thank music for this. Moreover, when I hear Frank Sinatra's voice playing from
my "Classics" playlist, I am put back into the

Descriptive Essay On A Gym
In today's busy world, it can be hard to find the time to even think about one's fitness, let alone
actually do anything to maintain it. The average person has school, work, family, pets, and many
more distractions in their life to ensure their fitness is left on the backburner. However, when the
thought of exercise does eventually enter their mind, the thought that often comes forefront is
that of the gym. The concept of a gym is simple, populate a building with the necessary equipment
for a variety of physical activities, attracting people who want to get that perfect body or even just
get back in shape. However, many people who have never frequented a gym often come up with a
plethora of reasons not to go. One such example of a gym is Lifetime Fitness in Collierville
Tennessee. driving past it, one would hardly even guess it was a gym. Lifetime is a towering
building with large glass windows framing nearly the entire exterior, almost resembling an office
building the likes of which one would expect to see in a place like New York or Los Angeles.
Stepping into the parking lot, signs of activity are already evident; children's laughter, the splashing
of water and the whistle of the lifeguard can be heard in the distance from the large outdoor pool
that extends from the left side of the building. Stepping into the building's entryway is almost like
stepping into a fish tank, with nothing separating the interior from the outside except glass doors
and windows on all sides.

Descriptive Essay About Vacation
Max Mudger
Mrs. Oncu
DE 11
30 October 2017
Narrative Essay
The air was filled with salt and warm sunlight. The waves were crashing against the Hawaiian sand
causing a beautiful and relaxing sound. With flapping wings and squawking noises, seagulls were
stalking tourists in the search of food. The soft, hot sand was soothing to the touch. The palm trees
danced in the swaying wind and the aroma of distant barbecues and sunscreen wafted in the air. As a
native Floridian, the thought of a Hawaiian vacation was appealing. Hours of waiting began to
accumulate when I was informed that my flight to Hawaii had been rescheduled. My frustration built
as I sat and anticipated the start to my vacation. After the airplane trip to the islands, I...show more
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Crowds of people began to funnel in to this one location on the beach. I imagined that an animal
had washed up on the shore and could not get back into the water. My curiosity grew, and I left my
chair to follow the path of everyone else down the shoreline.
Upon reaching the scene, I became aware of what happened. I stared down at a little girl who was
lying face up and was unresponsive to family members calling her name. It was evident that she
had drowned and was on the edge of death. Life guards began to pound on her chest and start chest
compulsions. She continued to stay motionless. Quickly, lifeguards began the operations of CPR.
These long and tiring procedures made the lifeguards physically tired. The rest of the family
bickered back and forth on whose fault this was. "Why couldn't you just watch her and do what you
were told?" I heard behind me. The father screamed, "It was not my responsibility to do that, it was
yours!" The clear frustration began to build and caused more confusion.
The lifeguards circling around the little girl seemed frightened. Leaning closer to hear the rumors
being spread throughout the crowd, I unintentionally noticed the disturbing sound of gargling from
the little girl. She had regained consciousness, but could not breathe due to the water trapped in her
lungs. Policemen arrived on the beach and began to push back the imaginary boundaries
surrounding the circle of lifeguards. The police advised everyone to leave the beach

Descriptive Essay About Christmas
r 2017
"My favorite holiday" Christmas is my favorite holiday of the year. I love seeing the shinny
Christmas lights that decorates my street and the sound of fresh fallen snow on the ground.
Christmas reminds me of family, the laughter and loved we shared, and the gifts we gave to each
other. My house on Christmas became the center of my joy. I remember waking up on Christmas
day with a huge smile on my face, heart full of joy, and my stomach barking. I can smell all the
spices cooking down stairs. As soon as I got out of bed I will rushed down the steps into the
kitchen to see what my mom had prepare for us on this special day. We had different variety of food
turkey, stuffing, ham, bake beans, mac and...show more content...
Me and my older cousins drag the box outside onto the front porch. As I begin to open the box my
hands started trembling. I couldn't tell if my hands were shaking from the excitement or because
it was five degrees outside. It took us two hours to put the hoop together. Our lips felt like icicles
we were numb from head to toe, but it was worth every moment. It was the most beautiful
basketball hoop I ever seen. It was candy apple red and the backboard had lights on it just in case I
wanted to play in the dark. I thought Santa Claus gave me the coolest gift in the world. Later on
in the evening I use to enjoy sitting in our cozy living room while, the fireplace was burning
sipping on hot cocca and scoff down ginger bread cookies we made the night before. My family
was always exchanging jokes. My brother Tito and my sister Titania love joking around, but my
brother was a lot funnier than my sister. He was the jokester in the family. I remember this one
particular joke my brother said about my aunt. He said she had a temptation hair style. I was
hollering it was so funny because when you looked at her hair it did remind you of the singer
group the Temptation. You would of thought she was a member of the group. I was laughing so
hard tears were running down my face and I urinated a little on myself . My brother always made
holidays so much fun. Christmas was very special to me because the feast my mother

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