Descriptive Essay About My Best Day

Sunny and humid is the start of every day, hearing my mother yell “get up” over and over till feet touch the floor. Slowly moving around the house bumping into one parent after the other answering questions of how the day is going to be and what is on the mental calendar to get done. Grabbing my clothes out the dryer thanking my mother for ironing the perfectly smooth shirt. Walking around the house every morning grateful for what I had been given and knowing that my parents are one of a kind. Running out the door with school bags and football gear so I can arrive to school 20 minutes early, I quickly gave my parents hugs and drove off to school. Arriving at school seeing my best friends asking how they are and wondering about how they perceived the homework given. Those friends have had my back for years and I theirs like on one of the hottest days of the year the football team has an intense practice and I didn’t think I could keep going. We had done sprints across the field before practice then when the time came for sprints after

I knew Landon was up to something when he woke me up with breakfast in bed, which, in my opinion, was a lovely way to wake up.

I watched as the first orange hued rays of the sunrise wash over the dark and mysterious sky. The small glow travels across the wild blue yonder and starts to brighten up the deepest parts of the skyline and the town. Under the radiating sky there was no place of hiding, the light would finally hit you. This bright light brought the new day in, but it also brought dread to some.

My life began when I was born unto two people who loved me but could not keep me. About three months after my birth, I was found by a policeman in the middle of a large park in Nanchang, Jiangxi and brought to a local orphanage that is still supporting orphans to this day. As sad as the beginning of my life sounds, I was one of the lucky ones. Many unwanted children are discarded in ways that ensure their deaths, bumped around to different temporary homes, or brought up through orphanages until adulthood when they are sent to live on the streets. I was placed in two different foster home, both sets of foster parents loved me and looked out for my health. 16 months later I was adopted by wonderful American family and brought to live in Eugene,

As you drive into the city everything becomes darker. The blue skies and sunshine disappear. Anything that brings even the hope of joy doesn’t come anywhere near the filthy city. Thick black fog fills every crack and crevice. In the city everything is manmade, the trees, the roses, and even the house pets. I live in this fog filled city. My parents have told me stories about before the fog. Stories about the snow. How every snowflake was different. How each snowflake was imperfect. Everything and everyone is perfect nowadays. Each building is the same height, each child as perfect as can be. Everyone is in constant competition with each other to reach a higher standard of perfection. Because of this nothing is left untouched by humans. Not

He was a brilliant guy with a lot of potential, but he had one insecurity, he fainted to the sight of blood.

Every morning I would up sharply at 7:30AM with the alarm clock blaring in my ear like nails on a chalkboard and look around my room with dismay in my heart; it was a school day. After getting out of bed and rummaging around in my closet for

Friday morning we all showed up to school with our backpacks and duffle bags eagerly awaiting the weekend to finally start.  2:30 pm the last bell rang we rushed out of class to the bus stop, which was a little odd since we were use to

I twisted my water bottle open and I held it up to my mouth, the room temperature water mixed with the gum in my mouth and gave the effect of cold water. The silent humming of the air conditioners in the background was perfect for focusing on my work as I stepped into the carpeted hallway. I slowly chewed on the juicy and minty piece of gum in my mouth as I inspected everything. The sound scraping of rapid pencils against the lined paper interrupted the silence immediately as my classmates were observing. I slowly strolled down the hallway laying my eyes on every detail I could spot. Light grey clouds, that I saw through the small windows, hovered above the area portending rain. The black, painted, wood above the dull green lockers was

A usual morning started with my mom saying, “My little sun, get up! It’s time to do great things!” When I finally opened my eyes, I saw that beautiful face in the lights of the sun. A lady, who always entranced me with her beautiful smile and clear green eyes, was unusually nervous. I stood up from my bed, and the next thing I noticed was beautiful black uniform on my chair. Having an idea to what that uniform would lead, I decided to pretend there was nothing to worry about. My mom said she was going to make a breakfast for me, so she went out of my room. It seemed to be a usual morning, but everything was unusual. A few minutes later I decided that my breakfast must be 100% ready. Walking down stairs of our huge house, I saw my parents quietly

My friend and I were in the same tent next to one of the counselors. Well, this counselor had a serious snoring problem. We couldn’t get to sleep and neither could a couple more kids because of the snoring. We all decided to go two feet over and try to sleep on the basketball court to get away from the snoring. Shauna, one of the counselors, heard us moving over there and didn’t get enough beauty sleep that night and yelled at us. We were not able to go white-water rafting in the morning because we were outside of our tents. We had to sit on the bus for several hours while missing the biggest trip of the year.

I commenced off the morning with my usual routine: coffee, putting the kids down, and finishing my half eaten bagel with one hand on the wheel. The extremity of the bleary fog had drowned my entire windshield in light vapor more than usual this morning. Dawson, my husband and fellow attendee, had left me a note on the dashboard

I then went up to my mom who was elated and showed her the tickets. She emphasized “I knew you could do it son” and hugged as if there was an an anaconda around my body. She then said ecstatically “well I know what we are doing later.” I said in response “let 's do it!”

When I have urges ,they're usually to eat a poptart or a bread roll! But when I fought my urges, I thought that I deserved it... but I didn’t.

“Son, we are moving to a different country” is a statement my father said on April 8th, 2012 which I hold dear to my heart till this very day not because it was my birthday but because it was a day that altered my life forever and made me who I am today.