Descriptive Essay About Life

Traveling is one of my family’s favorite things to do. The family has visited numerous places throughout the United States, however, none are as memorable as Atlanta, Georgia. In Atlanta, there are many places to go and sights to see such as: Cola-cola factory, Cabbage Patch Kids Factory, Under Ground Mall, the Zoo, Atlanta Braves Stadium, Six Flags Over Georgia, Stone Mountain Park, and the Atlanta Aquarium, are all in or near the city of Atlanta. The three that we visit on every trip to Atlanta are Six Flags, Stone Mountain, and the Atlanta Aquarium.

I can see my short curls and round nose looking back at me in the reflection of the window while I listen to Spanish pop. Looking out, I see hundreds of people walking past each other, from teens dressed in jeans to adults in suits and blazers. There are nail salons, designer shoe stores, offices, all in the midst of these massive buildings. I’m on a DART train passing Downtown Dallas, on my way home from school. A few years ago, I didn’t even know about the different rails, but now I know my way around the entire city without using Google Maps, something I’m a little proud of. I’ve used it to go to work at Bed Bath & Beyond, my chess tournaments, school, the mall, vegetarian restaurants, and anything in-between. The reason might be because I can’t afford a car, my dad works all the time, and my sister took my mom’s car to her tiny town of San Angelo for college, but it doesn’t even matter because riding the train and running errands by myself has made me independent, plus it’s eco-friendly.

We have been waiting nine long months, and we have had much preparation to do before the arrival of our daughter. Of all the things we have prepared for her, I am most proud of her room, my mother and I painted it and sat it up with all the accessories together. I sat on the floor and taped off the stripes to be painted, and my mom painted. It was a great team effort, and we are so happy how it turned out. With flowers and butterflies on her wall, busy pattern of stripes and beautiful colors, she is going to love her bedroom. Our crib and furniture is finally set up and put in her room. With pink and green letters above her crib spelling out the name of our precious baby

The world whizzed past me in the comfort of the car, the cold blanket of air unable to reach my pale skin through closed windows and blasting heaters. The radio was quiet, the music providing ambience on top of the rumbling of the car’s engine. The last beat of the current song ended, filling the car with silence. After a few heartbeats, on came the next song, and I turned my head to look at the radio, hand outstretching to turn the dial up. As the strong, pulsing notes of the electric guitar filled my car, a smile came on to my face. It pulled me back, all those years ago, to a night I was ready to party and had hoped it would never end.

I open the first door of the local diner to escape the crisp chilly morning air. Pausing for a moment, I soak in the warmth before opening the second door. Immediately the aroma of coffee overwhelms my nostrils. The tiny diner has only ten cheap, white tables and black metal chairs with red padding on the seats. I select the table closest to the window, sitting with my back to the wall, the window on my right, and the rest of the diner in front and slightly to the left of me. The diner is located on the corner of a square in Jonesboro, IL and has been open for about ten minutes. The only people in the diner are four men and myself. Then men are all dressed simple, blending in with the simple diner. One man is dressed in a blue, white, and black flannel that is tucked in with a phone clipped to his jeans. Another man has square-shaped glasses perched on his nose and is dressed in a white-buttoned down shirt. The third man also has square-shaped glasses and is dressed in overalls with a plain white shirt underneath it. The fourth man is dressed in jeans with a simple Anna-Jonesboro High School t-shirt. As I sit there gazing at the four men, I wonder why they are here; what are their intentions of coming to a diner at 6:40 in the morning?

There is one place that overrules all the others. Only three hours away in Elk County lies my relaxing escape quarter. When I step foot into the old fashioned cabin, all of my troubles go away. I love that it resembles a completely different world. The whirling of the wind, the brightness of the stars, and the fragrance of the fresh air are just a few of my favorite things about spending time at my favorite place. The atmosphere of Elk County contains an incredibly tranquilizing sense. A lonely cabin placed in the middle of nowhere with no cell phone service and rarely any other people. However, if there are other people, we all share the same goal, to relax. The camp itself occupies the top of a popular mountain in Elk County called Winslow Hill. This hill belongs to a portion of the county that houses hundreds of camps, visitors, and the Elk County Visitor Center. This is an easily accessible area where elk can conveniently be seen. The cares of the world come off my shoulders when I step into Elk County.

“Why does college have to be so hard, I literally put all my time and effort on my assignment for English but Mrs. Darling gave me a fifty percent! Can you believe a fifty percent” said Marlin.

I remember waking up in a Saturday morning and I would find Sylvia the housekeeper working on the supper and the smell of fresh laundry is drying up in the sun.i would say good morning and I would huge from behind while she was working. And take my place at the table but no before I have wakened up my sister. And Sylvia would tell us to hurry up with gotta go to catechism which would be every Saturday afternoon at 2 pm.

I wake up to the sound of screaming. I stair up at the ceiling above me and think what could I possibly have done wrong today? “Jaykeb, why aren’t you up yet? It’s almost ten o’ clock and there is housework to be done!” The odor coming off my mother is a mixture of beer, cigarette smoke, and coffee. “Yes ma’am.” I say as I head down the ladder of my bunk bed as I look at my brother Tony cautiously because I know that he is about to make a smart remark. “Why don’t you get off your drunk ass and clean?” he says. Then she goes off relentlessly about how she wouldn’t have to drink so much if she didn’t have to deal with kids like us. Her words infuriate be but I know if I say anything she will turn her rage to me so I quietly go behind her to get as far away from the yelling as possible.

The sun sparkled in like a kaleidoscope of light, spinning, hazy. The grass was warm underneath my bare feet, tickling up between my toes. The breeze tossed my bleach blonde curls around, keeping the temperature at a perfect degree. It had to had been mid-seventies with a slight humidity, the kind of weather that draws a person outside to bask in the sun, to frolic in the breeze, to enjoy the nature in front of them. The sun hid behind a perfectly cloud scattered sky. The plump objects transformed into the creatures of my imagination. The lake reflected the worlds psychedelic colors, mystic and free. Just there, across the lane from my palace, dwelled a magnificent floating spiral island. A place only known to my father, little sister and I. Although I was only four, I understood its secrets. The island was magical, including everything that surrounded it. We lived in a hidden area that only the chosen could find.

I remember the night I felt my tears drop into my hands while being in the center of the room. Everything was blurry around me, even my thoughts. The pain I felt hindered my vision and even interfered with my breathing. I desperate tried not to cry, but couldn’t. A foggy figure started to approach me trying to say something but all I could hear was my heartbeat.

Throughout life, stories are being created constantly. Lives come And go, people making memories that will follow them to the ends of their lives for the good or bad, and at times things just don't make sense at all or even you just don’t know how to feel about it. That very factor is the reason why Charles Swindall once said: “Life is 10% of what happens to you and 90% how you react to it”. One person has that power to change their course of history, but you need to know the past to complete the future, after just 17 years of my life I've learned life is funny like that. For Life is a sick comedian and only you get the joke.

Do you ever hear a story and think to yourself, "Wow I can't imagine what that family/ person is going through," and then suddenly you find yourself stuck, trapped, broken, in a tragedy you never thought would happen to YOU.

There was no need for sunshine because I preferred the rain. I read that over and over till I was just sick of it I let out a growl of pure exhaustion.

I never knew the moment I would step into that elevator, that my once boring morning would flip upside down. I stepped out of my hotel room, purse in hand and ready to take on the day. I walked down the hall into a small section where two elevators were located. I patiently waited for one of the elevator doors to open, and I noticed a woman standing next to me. Her attire consisted of a fancy blouse, and a skin tight skirt. I turned my head away before I could get caught staring, and at that moment the elevator door opened. We both stepped in and I pressed the first floor button then looked over at the lady to see if she needed to go somewhere different. She gave me a slight nod, indicating she was going to the same place I was. As the elevator door started closing, a girl quickly blocks the door from closing with her hand.