Descriptive Essay About Friendship

We had just got back from ice cream express,Since we walked there from school, because it was sorta a special day it was Caledonia’s homecoming game! And after we got back we went down to the basement and started to play around, like with slime Bailey showed us some dance routines she did for church, and we made an American ninja warrior court. Then we went back up and got something from our bags, we ate a little bit of peanuts, just then I had a great idea I said... “let's go ding-dong-ditch Ky!” Bailey yelled “YES.” So Bailey went over and asked her mom, we were thrilled when she said yes.

Friendship is when you find your soulmate, the way you keep that friendship stable and,strong is by having trust in one another, and fight against time

Imagine your sole confidante, childhood playmate, personal comedian and physiologist disclosing your secrets to a stranger. Unfortunately, this stranger happens to be the person who enforce a form of punishment for the actions that were once a secret. Furthermore, this confidante is considered your friend. Does an instance of this friend disclosing your secret of immoral activities to a person of authority violate the success of the friendship? In fact, this act is not a violation of the laws of friendship. The ideas of friendship are subjective, and thus where you might think your friend’s actions are unjust, your friend is actually looking out for your best interest and security. Also, a good friend would not desire

I feel a vibration in my pocket, I check my phone and I’m surprised to get an invitation from Rod, my ex-bestfriend. I haven’t hung out with this group for years, but I decide to attend and maybe reconnect with them. I walk into the door, and I’m greeted with a big smile from “friends” that I haven’t really talked to in years. As we watch the UCLA football game, and more people walk into the house, I start to greet them cautiously. “Hey jeet,” said one of them as they walked through the door. Baljeet was a name given to me on the last day of elementary school, and that nickname brought up some bad memories. But after years of ridicule, I learned to just ignore it. Rod turns on the Xbox, like he would any other night of the week, and my friends start playing NBA 2k18. As I sit on the couch in the back of the room silently, I start to think why I’m here and what happened to my relationship with Rod over the years.

I think the most important kind of friendship is the kind where you learn from one another. I’ve always been a quiet, shy kid that would never think to open up a conversation with anyone. Being that, I never really shared any bonds so when I became close friends with this certain person, I was a little surprised. We’ve known each other since we were little and we basically grew up together, but we were never this close. I’ve always admired her from afar and I’ve always thought she was a really good example for others. And she was. I could tell that others looked up to her too. When I think of this person, three stories come to mind where she unintentionally taught me to be hardworking and determined, appreciative and helpful, and that sometimes it’s okay to think of myself.

“A good friend knows all your best stories; a best friend has lived them with you.” – Anonymous.

Midday, Monday, April 2, 2012, was no ordinary day for me as it marked a new beginning of life in South Florida. As I stood in the cold gray metal chamber as the gray steel door began to open, a well-dressed, and groomed man stood in the center of the barren corridor of the central jail in downtown Fort Lauderdale. Mike Fine, the owner of the Primary Purpose Sober House, remained motionless as I began to walk towards him, carrying only a brown paper bag filled with my personal effects. Since this moment Mike opened his arms to give me the tremendous embrace of my life, it was the start of a friendship that would inspire change in all areas of my life.

I won’t ever forget the road trips my family and I always took to go see my cousins. I remember the long car rides sitting in my car on my ipod playing games, listening to music, and constantly asking how much time we had left on the road . I hated driving on the road especially since i was squished in the back seat with my brother and we no room at all. When we would first get there it was usually around noon and my cousins were never inside the house. They were always outside hanging out either playing basketball or just hanging out inside on of their friends garage.

I had just gotten up from bed at six in the morning and stretched, I felt like a Disney princess waking up to something very special to come. I quickly jogged over to my sink, making sure I didn’t step over anyone sleeping in my room. I brushed, showered and went down to eat. It was eight o’clock by the time I went down and everybody was up and running. I ate the fluffiest pancakes in the world, doused in pancake syrup and lathered in butter with a hot cup of chocolate milk. I then got ready to go to get my makeup done. I put on a button-down shirt with some leggings and flats and I was on my way with my aunt and cousin. My mom’s friend, Hina, picked us up and took us to the mall to get my makeup done. I got my makeup done at Clinique and it looked flawless and beautiful.

It was 12 o'clock at night and for the first time it was quiet, other than police sirens and cars honking at each other it was quiet. I was trying to go to sleep but I couldn’t. So I headed downstairs and grabbed a warm glass of milk to help me sleep. That didn’t do any good so I just went to my computer to see what my friends were doing. (if they were online) So I opened up skype and began to call my friends. Surprisingly they were online.

Friendship is weird. You select random strangers who have similar personality traits as you and then give them affection and plan activities and spend time with them. Assuming you have a specific person in mind, think back to when you weren’t friends yet. If you were to never cross paths ,where would you be? I tend to think about this question a lot, and I have concluded that my life has been affected in a way I will never really know why or how, but it all started with my next door neighbor.

“Are we there yet?” I called from the back of our car, “Not yet bud.” my father yelled over the blasting radio. “Vroom, vroom, vroom.” the engine roared as my dad revved up the car. Every year we get in the car and we head to our cousins house in Utah. I was going to go get some snacks at the gas station. I didn’t even realize how sweaty my hands were until I touched the handle. I swiftly wiped my hands on my shorts and then hopped out of the car into the blazing hot outdoors. “Oh come on” I thought when I landed on the surprisingly hot concrete. I scrambled up and looked around to make sure none saw the embarrassing fall.

As we grow older, we meet new people and make new friendships. Out of all the people you meet there is always that one friend that you click with the most. That being said a best friend is someone you look out for and care for like sibling. As we grow older we have a perception of growing old and having your best friend by your side, but I came to the realization one morning that it is not true. I found out my childhood best friend past away from a drug overdose.

Every year, thousands of my church members travel through the states to gather together. We gather rain or shine in a farmer's field under a couple of enormous beige tents. Locations range from Washington and California to New York and Pennsylvania. The purpose is to come together to fellowship, praise God, and make church-wide decisions. I love being on the meeting grounds because I can feel God's presence, it truly is “wherever three or more are gathered in his name, he is in the midst of them.” Annual Meeting is a highlight of the year to all German Baptists.

It all began with a simple phone call one serene night after dinner. “Joe,” my father hollers up the stairs, “It’s for you. It’s Jackie, and she sounds distressed.” I crawl out of my warm, comfy bed and as my feet reach my fluffy carpet I feel an instant chill go through my body. I think to myself, “This better be important.” The only reason I arise is because it is my comely best friend who I’ve had a crush on for years. She’s a very athletic person who plays soccer, volleyball and cheers. She has extremely long, beautiful, chestnut brown hair and gorgeous blue eyes. She is lucky she means so much to me or I wouldn’t leave the sanctuary of my bed. As I reach the frigid metal handle of my door, I instantly regret leaving my