Vivid 9/11 Descriptive Writing

9/11 Descriptive Writing
The applause of lightning shakes me to the very core, the anticipation of what's to come and
more. The pelting liquids, washing our sins away. Blocks of destruction tower over the flat rock
where the toxic monsters prowl and roar. My black bag feels heavy against my pale, numb
fingers. My damp hair sticks to my itchy neck, red with my groping long nails. Red bricks, wet
and blurry, dark pavements, moist and slippery. Everything was doused in this unforgiving cold
attack. Middle class shops were placed everywhere, conveniently providing shelter. Dark leaves
shuddered violently against the harsh winds, birds no longer poised and positioned on long
branches, where they used to sing. Click, clack. Click, clack. My shoes let out a silent echo...show
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A knife had grazed it, given the thinness and deepness of it. A sharp one I suppose. If the victim
was killed, then the killer might have at least disposed of the body. Another possibility is that he
was in a rush, or someone caught him in the act. I picked up a brush, careful not to disturb the
precious DNA contained in the delicate dark hairs. Bringing a knife to the fight, that's unfair,
looks like the murderer took flight after blood was spilled. I grab the bottle that I refilled, took a big
swig, and set it down on a dark wood coffee
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Descriptive And Prescriptive Grammar
Introduction In this essay I will discuss the definition of the concept grammar in linguistic science
and thee attitude teachers may have towards such a conceptualization of what grammar is. I will
go into detail by explaining perspective and descriptive grammar. Descriptive Grammar The first
thing that I will be discussing is the definition of descriptive grammar. A descriptive grammar is a
set of rules about language based on how it is actually used. It can relate with a prescriptive
grammar, which is a set of rules based on how people think language should be used. Specialists in
descriptive grammar (linguists) examine the principles and patterns that underlie the use of words,
phrases, clauses, and sentences. In contrast, prescriptive...show more content...
Examples of prescriptive grammar rules can be found in practically every guide to "good"
language usage, grammar rule book, or grammar guide. Teacher's attitude towards grammar
Grammar has always been an important issue in second and foreign language learning and
teaching. Some hold the view that grammar is not essential for second/foreign language learning
and therefore have a 'zero position' regarding grammar teaching. On the other hand, some view
that grammar is necessary for second/foreign language learning. There is often confusion between
what is prescriptively correct under the rules of standard English grammar within different
varieties, which results in various options for classroom grammar teaching for second language
learners. In the classroom relating to descriptive grammar learners can be encouraged to move
away from a prescriptive approach to grammar by using a guided discovery in which they look for
examples of variations in use in authentic texts. These examples can be compared to prescriptive
rules in order to decide if they are useful or

Descriptive Essay About The Ocean
The comforting white clouds stretched and darkened swirling themselves into a silvery metallic
vortex. Majestic and alive a giant eye looked down upon me, with a menacing gleam, like it wanted
to toy with me then changed its mind due to the mere insignificance within its domain, and more
important business for itself. My tiny body amid this vast, strange universe, staring at the gunmetal
clouds, overcome with motion sickness that I had never experienced before. Otherworldly, the
impossible spinning waves tunneled through my cells, and with it this time – the smell of death. It
slammed me like a copper truck creating a hole to dump its load of rotten eggs, human waste,
cheap perfume, and rotting meat that my cells felt they exploded from the inside out. It ignited a
force of nausea in me so intense my head jerked, and I blew out blood, vomit, and a silvery black
ooze into my regulator. I kept purging the exhaust valve of excess blood, vomit, and liquid metal.
The distinct smell of death became a taste I couldn't expel. An unholy taste of metallic death. The
different spinning double waves pummeled through me shattering my core by its opposing
directions. Bright, iridescent metallic flashes outlined every wave's form; inside an inner beast
made of hematite black. But why? Why is the ocean changing? The ocean, my friend? Into what,
and what was it changing me into? I tried to grasp it as if it was on the tip of my tongue, but it
wasn't, I couldn't know this at all. I

Descriptive Personal Experience Essay
I was in my room listening to music. My room would normally have a very serene feeling to it.
My room had a beautiful dream catcher hanging on the wall and there was also a very big
window that made it possible for me to see the moon every night. I always felt very relaxed in my
room, but that day I could hear the screaming and arguing between my mom and my dad in the
background. It was horrible. I could feel my eyes starting to water because I hated hearing my
parents fight. The fighting and arguing continued for days. On one evening I could hear the voices
of my parents arguing with my brothers. I was in my room as always and I started to feel room
getting really hot. The noises and everything else around me made me feel very...show more content...
"I haven 't been feeling so great lately",I said in a soft tone. My mom glanced at me with a very
puzzled expression on her face.
"What do you mean? Are you sick?", she asked with confusion in her voice.
"No, I mean I don't know I just haven 't been feeling too great emotionally i guess.", I responded in
a very little voice because I thought that maybe she would think that I was crazy. Once I said that
my mom stopped folding all of the laundry.
"Since when?", my mom asked with a very surprised tone.
"Maybe like 3 months.", I responded. "What! Three months why didn't you tell me".
" I didn't tell you because I thought you wouldn't understand.", I said in a tone that almost sounded
annoyed, which I think I might have been.
" I think you should go to the doctor.", she told me. I didn't want to go to the doctor, but I knew
that it would most likely help me. A couple days later I went to the doctor and he just asked me a
bunch of questions. One of the questions was, what did it feel like to have an anxiety attack. That
was probably one of the hardest questions i had ever had to answer. I couldn 't find the right words
to describe how it felt. As he kept asking me questions he would write things down. I couldn't help
but wonder what he was writing down. I would keep having the thought that maybe he was writing
down all of the bad things. After the doctor stopped talking to me he started to talk to my mom
about ways to help

Descriptive Essay On A Great Vacation
I was sitting on a hot steamy white sand beach where the ocean was washing into the shore. Cinque
Terre was a nice vacation spot to chill, relax, and go for a swim. Ninety–Five degree weather all day
long, everyday. My family and I were staying in a small, no air–conditioning house with only 3
bedrooms. During our sleep, we forget to close the windows so little lizards come into our house
and crawl up our walls. Cinque Terre is a great vacation spot for many family activities! Our first
day in a new country, I was having a great time so far! We ran down to the beach and swam for the
whole day. Some local people were hiking up the side of a mountain from the ocean. We noticed
there was a large platform that they created at three top. Us as a whole family wanted to
adventure up to the platform to see what all of the commotion was. Then as we reached the top of
the cliff, people were jumping off and diving, doing all sorts of tricks. We decided to jump as
well, this was a fun activity for us. As we continued hiking to a "higher spot" we found out that
there was several different platforms on the mountain. People even made a small rocky path for
people to walk up to. The tallest platform was too high for anyone to go on, but we went on the
second highest one which was still very scary. On the top of the mountain, we can see all around
the town of Cinque Terre. Also when we looked down at the clear sea water, we can see all the
way to the bottom and see the white sand. Sometimes fish will stroll by and we can see them swim
around our area.
The next day in Cinque Terre was a beautiful day. Theocean waves were rolling in, the bright sun
was shining high. As we were exploring the town looking for activities to do, a friendly tourist
came up to us and told us all about the things him and his family has done for the past week. This
gave us some ideas. We were told to go hiking. Scuba Dive. Explore all the local towns. Or enjoy a
nice day at the beach. Since we have already spent time at the beach we decided to just walk around
the many towns and enjoy our last day their. As we werewalking around one of the neighboring
towns of Cinque Terre, we remembered our local guide man told us about hiking. We found a small

Descriptive Essay On The Great Gatsby
The Great Gatsby, by Francis Scott Fitzgerald is an amazing novel that thank god it was turn into
a movie. It is probably one of my favorite movies of all time. Probably because it starts one of my
favorites actors of all time like the great Leonardo DiCaprio. Being that this novel is so well
known, so there is going to be many opinions about it. There is an extra of material that has been
written on The Great Gatsby. To me one of the most interesting aspect that The Great Gatsby brings
is the setting, which is during the 1920's, and how this movie represents the life of the great
Fitzgerald during this same time period. "In the 1920's and 1930s F. Scott Fitzgerald was equally
famous as a writer and as a celebrity author whose lifestyle seemed to symbolize the two decades"
(Fitzgerald, p. 2147). The movie is narrated by Nick Carraway, who moved to New York from the
mid–west. Nick moved to West Egg, which is a place where rich people lived. He bought a small
house next to none other than Jay Gatsby mansion. Nick is later invited by Gatsby itself to one of
his parties, where Gatsby tells Nick that him and Daisy were in love while Gatsby was in the war.
Later Nick arranged a meeting between Gatsby and Daisy, who turned out to be Nick's cousin.
Daisy's husband, Tom get suspicious of daisy's affair with Gatsby. Because of this, Tom arranged a
meeting to confront Gatsby in a hotel room. On the way back from this confrontation, Gatsby and
Daisy get into an accident killing Myrtle

Descriptive Essay
I'm going to describe a girl for you, try to keep up. Long light brown hair, vintage classy glasses,
one lonely dimple on the lower part of her mouth, soft pale skin, stone cold stare, and a dry sense
of humor. Can you picture her? Well if you can, then you've basically just met me. I usually try to
force a smile, wait no scratch that– I used to try to force a smile. Now I'm not saying this so that you
can view me as unhappy or negative, but in all fairness who has a smile as their natural way of
expression. By all means, my personality, interests, and hobbies are the fundamental building blocks
to the life I choose to live.
Is it too cliche to say that I am a teenage girl with big insecurities, an addiction with comparing
myself to others, and deepening trust issues? Well if it is, then add being cliche to the list. I guess
you can say my insecurities originate from the fact that my biggest critic is my own mother. From
the earliest years of elementary up till this present day, it was either my wardrobe, my posture, or
my way of speaking that gained the attention of my mother's judgmental eye. Eventually, the
criticism started to slip out of my own mouth, and that's when I began to compare myself to others.
I'm not oblivious to how unhealthy this makes me, but when I am told that I need to be better
(basically my entire life), it's easy to fall into unhealthy habits. Speaking of unhealthy habits, having
trust issues seems to be my main one. As I grew older and entered the

Descriptive Essay On A Pig
I was walking on the street when i saw this pig. It was pink with black spots on it. No one was
around that could have been its owner so I took it. I went to the store to get some supplies for the
pig. I was trying so hard to think of a name for it on my way home. I finally thought of it. I thought
to myself, Spots would be a good name.Then out of nowhere someone with a white shirt, ripped
black jeans, and jordan legend blues came and stole Spots from me. I didn't know what to do. i
didn't chase them i just walked home sadly. The next day i woke up got ready, and started
walking to school. On my way home i saw the person who i thought had stole my pig. They had
no pig next to them, behind them, in front of them. I looked around and saw my pig. He was all
alone in the trash can, whining. I went up to the man and asked him what the heck he was doing
to my pig. He said, "i lost my pig... so i stole yours because it looked like my old one." I thought to
myself. Could he be lying and just want the pig and he was going to do something with it? Why
doesn't he have the pig with him and it's in a garbage can. When he was walking out of the alley
where it was. I said, " what was your pigs name that you had?" He stuttered to reply, while trying
to think of a name. "Ummm her name is giana." he stated While he was saying her name he
started walking away like something was wrong. I couldn't hear the name he called her because
all i could hear was spots whining! I went to go pick up spots but she wouldn't let me, she was
trying to bite me. I was wondering why she didn't remember me. I was looking all over for the
man i just wanted to talk to him about what happened, or if it's his pig! I had to leave and go do
my homework. After about 3 hours of homework there was a pounding knock on my door. I was
home alone and my parents weren't supposed to be home for another hour. Maybe they got off
earlier than they usually do. I didn't answer it and they repeatedly did it. I looked through my
bedroom window and there the guy was! I didn't know him so i didn't go down stairs to open it.
While i was closing my curtains i heard the man say, " I see you little boy, now come open this door"
I acted like i couldn't hear him because

Descriptive Essay
Descriptive Essay
It was a seemingly beautiful day as I drove on a joy ride in my bright blue sports car, with the
wind in my hair. This is an everyday activity for me. My friends would mock me saying, "You
spend more money on gas than you make working." I laughed to myself at the thought of jokes
amongst my friends. That happiness was soon halted. As I continued driving, I saw a car coming
rapidly around the curve. The car did not show any signs of slowing down as it headed towards the
intersection. The light turned yellow and then quickly red. Another object caught my eye that made
me fear what was going to happen next. A young couple started crossing the street wearing fancy
attire. The first thought that came to mind was, 'they are...show more content...
One of the police officers came up to me introduced himself, asked me my name and started, "Have
you ever seen this driver before? On the road or around town?" I quickly responded, "No, I have not
officer." He continued, "I learned from the call back to the station that the driver, David Chrisenger,
is considered the town drunk and does not currently have a valid license due to drinking and
driving". He asked me some questions and asked me to fill out an incident report. Still shaken up by
the whole incident I gladly accepted. The officer ended our conversation. "Thank you so much for
your time, Kevin. We really appreciate it."
The only thought running through my head on my way home was how much I had not
appreciated my wife and children. To witness something of that nature makes one conscientious
about what you have and how quickly it could vanish. I vowed after that day to speak out against
drinking and driving and the terrible outcomes that can transpire from something that some do
not view as a "big deal". It is apparent that better ways have to be found for getting drunk drivers off
the road. I encourage anyone to be responsible for their lives and others by agreeing to never drink
and drive again, and to also aid your family and friends in doing so. Have a designated driver each
night or call a cab. Everyone is capable of saving a

My Best Day Essay : My Perfect Day
Have you ever wondered what a perfect day would be like? An everyday routine starts to get
annoying and boring, especially if you don't get a day off. At the moment, my routine is to wake
up early, get ready for school, go to school, and after a long day come back home. From the time I
get home which is around two in the afternoon and by the time I go to sleep, it all consists of doing
homework. Sometimes I wish I can at least take a day off and relax, with having no worries. The
idea of a perfect day for me should be a day to get rid of stress, and should be an unforgettable day.
As the sun started to come out, I knew it was time to start my day. The perfect day that I've always
dreamed of was going to be today. I looked at my...show more content...
In the meantime, while I was waiting for my food to get here I went to the kitchen to wash the
dishes that I left in the morning. After my food got delivered I went back into my bed and started
eating my orange chicken with rice. By that time, I was already in the fourth movie, all of a
sudden it was really dark outside, but I was not scared at all, even though I was home alone. Now
it was around ten at night and I had finished watching the Halloween series. I turned my tv off and
started playing really loud music on my speaker. I knew it was nighttime and the neighbors might
complain, but at the moment I didn't care about anything. I enjoy listening to depressing songs
specially from Coldplay which gets me in the mood to cry. My eyes began to close so I turned my
speaker off as well as the light and I went to sleep. At last, a perfect day for me should be different
from any ordinary day, and should enjoy it like as if it was my last. I see a perfect day as not
something outstanding, but more of like a lazy day. This day was one of the best days I've ever had
because it's been forever since I've taken a break. Many people might do something like this on a
regular day, but for me it was one of the days where I got to stay in bed, relax, and let all of the stress
out. Days like this doesn't hurt and everyone has their own ideal day, but for me is all about being
comfortable. As long as, I have a day off

Descriptive Writing Essay
The Class Everyone Dreads "Is EN100 a useful class to take?," this was a question I got asked by
a junior at my school. They were looking for classes to take next year; I told them that it was an
abundant amount of writing, but it was a great class to take. I went on to explain to them, that
taking it in high school would be easier and cheaper than in college. Beginning to explain to them
that it helped me grow as a writer and helped improve my English vocabulary, I realized it helped a
whole lot. Throughout the first semester of school, we had to write essays over four different topics.
These included informative, observation, reflection, and descriptive essays. I told them about my
experiences while writing with these certain types of essays. This is what I said: The first essay we
wrote was the descriptive writing style. I wrote an essay called, "Burger King's Crusty Castle". In
this essay, I wrote about the filth inside of the restaurant. Throughout this essay I got better with
describing every little detail in the story. I started off by saying, "The tea urns (used to keep all of
the freshly made tea in) smell like something had crawled in them and died" ("Burger King's
Crusty Castle"1). I eventually changed it to say, "The tea urns (used to keep all of the freshly
made tea in) smell like a skunk that has just been ran over" ("Burger King's Crusty Castle"11). I
added detail to the sentence to make it sound more fluent and to make you feel as if you could smell
it. It

Descriptive Essay About My Favorite Place
As a child, people will always remember certain destinations that stick with them that made a
good impression. I have a place that not only made a good impression, it changed me. It made me
think off all the things in life people take for granted; places, people, activates. This place brought
all though special things in life to one place where I can enjoy them all at the same time. The
Oregon coast. Traveling there, as a kid was always special. Waking up early in the morning and
driving the long trip there, going through forests, valleys, and cities. The Oregon coast is such a
broad place to describe, but in reality, all the towns have the same feel but different atmosphere.
Pacific City is small and quiet with a great...show more content...
Its cold, windy, and sunny all at the same time. The beach stretches for miles seeming endless,
until it reaches a tall cliff with waves crashing against it. The sun shines down on the moisture in
the air creating a "sparkling" affect to add to the view. In some spots on the coast giant rock
formations stick out of the water, creating a question on how they formed there. Sea creatures dot
the sand everywhere. Walking the beach with sand between your toes is and not a worry in your mind
is one of the best feelings. If you time it right early in the mornings and late in the night low tide
takes place and you can find sand dollars and unique shells. Beautiful houses and hotels line the
beach all with the same withered look they all strive to have, and balconies on every place to
capture the view. This destination is such an important place to Oregonians because its such a
magical place. It transports you into a different dimension where there are no other places like it.
You cannot be one the beach without a smile on your face, it's near impossible to be in a gloomy
mood when there. Mainly magical because you can escape there with family and friends with many
opportunities to try to experience new or traditional things. Like having a fire on a beach roasting
s'mores with family and friends, or trying weird sea creature at a restaurant. The Oregon Coast will
always hold a spot near to my heart. I can't wait for

Descriptive Essay Example
Descriptive Essay Final The downtown metropolis can be a complex place, and some may need
to become accustomed to it. It is Five O' Clock in the afternoon. The sun is starting to drag itself
lower, dimming the landscape, leaving a majestic orange on the horizon. The towering structures
above leave enormous shadows on the people below. Car horns ring and sirens pulse, as the
people make haste towards there destinations, rushing aggressively as if though it is a race. The
end of the work day has just began. The craze is unique from anywhere else. An endless flow of
people and vehicles seem to liter the area. A man can be seen making his way towards a small
parking lot. The parking lot has not been taken care of for some time. Potholes...show more content...
Lush, green trees are everywhere. Every house and small business seems to have one or two of
them. The car makes it's way down a small street, with old fashioned houses. The car comes to a
halt in front of a beautiful tan house. The house feels cozy. The tan painted planks of wood stack
up until they reach the charcoal shingles of the rooftop. Two enormous windows are on the front
of the house, with fine, white curtains that can be seen hanging from them on the other side. On
the left side of a house there is a large chimney, which gives the house a traditional look with it's
brown and red bricks. In the front yard of the house there is a smooth, clean concrete walkway to
the front door, surrounded by many bushes, and flowers; trimmed perfectly. This house is well
kept, and it stands out as a beauty in the neighborhood. The man walks up his paved walkway, and
into the house through a large white door, with four small windows on it, and a cross like pattern
beneath them. The doors gives of the look as if it is an entryway to heaven. The house is peaceful.
Only the birds chirping in the trees can be heard. And as the man enters his house excited children
raise there voices, "Daddy Daddy!". This family man is

Depression has a voice, a dark and entrancing voice, luring you into its pain. It tells you how
terrible you are, grows and grows, replays every mistake in your life, and humiliates you daily; it
makes happiness impossible and friends a difficulty. It's the darkest, ugliest shade of colors, that
permanent paint that won't come out. Once this color finds its way onto your canvas, it will
unravel over your beautiful art. Cover up who you really are and you'll hurt inside. There are
people in this world that have known darkness for so long that they know how to hide it, they've
had their 3AM thoughts of pain and torture. People can cover it up with a smile and positivity and
you'll never see them break down. They refuse to feel, they don't connect

Descriptive Essay On An Island
The first thing that hit me was the sound. The sounds of birds, the sound of the sea crawling onto
the sand. I felt million grains of sand underneath my feet and the cool breeze against my face.
Moreover, the tantalizing scent of the washed–up waves, coconut, and pineapple are all mixed into
one. As I opened my eyes, I was amazed by how easily fantasy and reality intertwined at that
moment. It was like continuing a dream after waking up. So I dragged myself up and turn my
head to the east. While the sky in the opposite direction was still dark, the dawn on the east side
already broke. A mixture of yellow and orange on the horizon beneath a dark neon blue ocean of
night had begun to peek out. As the sun continuously rose, all of the purple and deep blue faded
away, and the sun took its mighty position at the top of the sky, shining so very blindingly beautiful.
After I watched the sunrise, my mood lifted. Notwithstanding, I still feel threatened for I got
trapped on an island. I stood there for a moment and tried to figure out how I got to this island. A
series of quick flashback of a shipwreck, and a big storm. Consequently, I have a severe headache, so
I decided to sit down in the sand. While sitting down, I observe the island and find that I was
surrounded by water and some other islands. The water around the island was as clear as crystal,
to the point I can see the depths of the sea. Again, I dragged myself up and turn to the back; it
seemed like a tropical paradise. There were multitudes of greenery, lush foliage that looked like they
were painted on.
I walk deeper into the island. Nowhere, the sound of the birds started to raise up. It brought
freedom and happiness to the mind. Beautiful flowers in reds, yellows, purples, and pinks lounged
happily along the banks of small streams. Following the streams, it allowed me to hear the playful
sound of the water lapping on the rocks, and the sound of leaves rustling when the wind blew
gently, bringing with it a feeling of peace and tranquility. Continuing through the trees, my stomach
started growling like a monster who is ready to eat its prey. Accordingly, the smell of fruits
suddenly arises on my left side so I made my way toward the fruity smell,

Descriptive Essay Party
A couple of days before Thanksgiving break, my cousin, whose name is Jae, suggested to me that
there was a party a close friend of hers was throwing. I reluctantly agreed since I had to write
about my experience of a party for my essay. Fast forward to the day of the party, around 7 in the
afternoon, my cousin drove us to her friend's house. What I saw really made me nervous because
I am socially awkward person. If it's a new place with new people, I tend to have sweaty hands,
my heart beats fast, and sometimes I stutter badly. I digress back to the subject, in front of us was
a huge gathering of people and cars parked on both sides of the street leading up to a somewhat
big light blue house. Seeing this I told Jae that I didn't know these many people would be here,
otherwise, I most likely wouldn't have gone. She assured me that it would be fine and calmed me
a bit before we got out of her car and walked through the thick crowd of young adults.Then as my
cousin and I entered the unusually small doorway of the house. We observed our surroundings,
me trying to find a more secluded spot, and I'd assumed Jae was looking the host of this larger
than a necessary house party. I stayed close to my cousin as we weaved in and out of groups of
people. She was speaking to the people that she knew at the party and tried to introduce me to them,
but since I'm not much of a big conversationalist, the discussions mostly just ended in a few
awkward words. It left me a little embarrassed

Unit 3: Descriptive Writing
GCSE ENGLISH LANGUAGE UNIT 3: DESCRIPTIVE WRITING
The Descriptive Writing task in Unit 3 is worth 7.5% of the subject award and is marked out of
20. The mark given for each of the examples provided is supported by comments related to the
criteria given in the specification for (i) Content & Organisation; (ii) Sentence Structure, Punctuation
& Spelling. A notional grade is indicated in each case, based on the way that the same mark scale for
Writing has been used in the past, and consistent with the uniform mark scale which will be used in
the future to report results. However, it is important to note that in practice grade boundaries are
determined when units are awarded, and that prior to this individual students' marks are subject to
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"I can't believe you," she cries, hurls her last insult, and storms away, quickly followed by a small
group of girls. They spend the rest of the evening throwing dirty looks at the boys, none of whom
seem to care. Spinning faster and faster, the waltzer's occupants scream hysterically. "The louder
you scream, the faster we go," an impersonal voice claims on the intercom. As the ride explodes
with noise, the operator yawns and throws a lever. Outside his soundproof hut the ride
accelerates, then, climax over, it slows and stops. The controller stumbles out of the box and lets
the flushed people off of the ride. Some go straight to the back of the queue, others teeter off,
stumbling over their own feet. Gritting his teeth, a man in the car park presses the accelerator to
the floor, but to no avail. The grass is unrecognisable under all of the mud that has been churned
up by the cars that have been coming and going all day. His face reddens as the wheels spin,
spraying mud on to a shiny red Ferrari that someone was unsuspecting enough to bring. People are
pointing and laughing and the owner of the Ferrari is shouting. Finally, someone is helpful
enough to push him on his way and he leaves at top speed, without even bothering to say thank
you. On the rollercoaster, a young girl screams, while her older brother looks almost ready to fall
asleep. Her best friend in the seat behind is looking slightly green and is very much ready to go
home. The little girl whoops even louder

Descriptive Essay Trip
One of the greatest ways to learn about the world around us is to take a trip to visit new places.
This past summer, I flew from my home in Florida to take a road trip with my aunt from Roanoke,
Virginia. We went to Toronto, Ontario, Canada. It was an amazing experience to be able to visit the
place where my family originated.
Our trip started in Roanoke where my aunt and I made our way to Canada driving through the
night. Unfortunately, since it was dark, I was unable to see anything. I did, however, get to have
time to talk with my aunt and get to know her a little better. After a long eleven hour drive, we
finally made it to our Canadian destination. After resting a few hours at another aunt's house in
Milton, I was ready to become tourist for a few days. My first stop was Niagara Falls just north of
the Canadian border.
Niagara Falls is the largest waterfall by volume in North America; and is one of the largest tourist
attractions. Even though it was extremely crowded making viewing difficult; the experience was
worth the inconvenience. I was able to walk around and see some of the area surrounding the
falls. The town of Niagara has great places to shop, as well as, wonderful restaurants. I enjoyed
spending time with both of my aunts and one uncle. On the way back to my aunt's house we
stopped off at my favorite restaurant, Swiss Chalet. This franchise is only in Canada, which makes
it a must stop place for my family and I to eat. In my opinion, their chicken and

Descriptive Essay About A Student
I have known Victor for four years and can say I know him very well. I've had the pleasure to share
classes with Victor throughout high school, work on group presentations and projects, as well as
take part in student panel information sessions to Latinx parents and students interested in applying
to our school.
Freshman year, Victor was a shystudent and would only talk to me about our math homework and
the way he understood complex equations. Although he's always been willing to stand out in class as
a bright student, it wasn't until Junior year that I noticed him become more outspoken and willing to
take social and academic risks.
Junior year second semester, we had almost all of our college classes at North Carolina Central
university together. I enjoyed working with him because he was great at communicating his ideas
and always supported me to go the extra mile in everything we did. We've worked on two short
movies for a class together and I admire his patience and detailed–oriented personality.
Victor is the bravest person I know. Our first semester of senior year was extremely difficult for
him because as much as he wants to go to college, he knew that he couldn't afford it. As a DACA
student, there were only a limited number of scholarships he qualified for. On occasions when we
had lunch together, he would breakdown in tears when we spoke about college. This did not get
any after President Trump terminated the DACA program. However, he always had courage and
fought his way to find his only hope: The Golden Doors Scholarship. He knew that this scholarship
was the key to his future and worked day and night assuring that everything on his application was
perfect. He never gave up. He knew that there were very few options, but never once did he not
think about not going to college. College is his biggest dream and he didn't let anything stop him.
After submitting his application, he was one of only 50 students to receive this full ride scholarship.
Victor's persistence prevailed even when he thought his life was falling apart. It's a characteristic
that makes him who he is and the reason I look up to him as a student and human being.
Victor is also well outspoken and willing to defend his

Descriptive Essay
How to Write a Descriptive Essay
More than many other types of essays, descriptive essays strive to create a deeply involved and
vivid experience for the reader. Great descriptive essays achieve this affect not through facts and
statistics but by using detailed observations and descriptions.
What do you want to describe?
As you get started on your descriptive essay, it's important for you to identify exactly what you
want to describe. Often, a descriptive essay will focus on portraying one of the following: a person a
place a memory an experience an object
Ultimately, whatever you can perceive or experience can be the focus of your descriptive writing.
Why are you writing your descriptive essay?
It's a great creative exercise to sit down...show more content...
Conventions of Descriptive Essays Illustrated by Sample Paragraphs
Appealing–to–the–Senses Description: Let the reader see, smell, hear, taste, and feel what you write
in your essay.
The thick, burnt scent of roasted coffee tickled the tip of my nose just seconds before the old,
faithful alarm blared a distorted top–forty through

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