Descriptive Essay About School

Music Plays behind us. The bass upon the speaker fill the room. Kai and I wait, silence between us but music fills the air around. The room, a little messy, dribbled paint on the floor, and the smell of Acrylic and pencil shavings linger. The bell for lunch breaks both the music barrier and silence. Kai and I are awakened from out daydream.

It was a bright sunny day and Anna was wearing her new shoes as she waited for the bus outside her house. Anna was a tall, skinny, shy girl that loved her new shoes, and could not wait to show everyone. The bus picked her up and took her to school. She walked into the school very confident.

It was early in my first semester on a Friday, when I first chose to spend a weekend partying with friends outside of Binghamton University's swim team. After a grueling practice, there was a discussion in the locker room about party plans for that night and for the night after. As a shy and modest freshman, I kept my thoughts to myself. Meanwhile, the upper classmen were brainstorming ideas for a party theme. As the team was changing, the brainstorming continued and I unexpectedly got a text message from a Calculus classmate who I met earlier that week. He was inviting me to a social festivity with him and other new classmates of mine that night. At the very moment I finished reading that text, one of the captains shouted, "Hey Artie! You're coming with us, right?" There was an everlasting pause from the moment he said "right?" with inquiry in his voice, making it clear that he was expecting an answer. The demanding question caught me off guard, and I stood there gaping while I was still holding my phone which was still opened to the text message that I just received. There was an awkward pause before I came up with an answer. It took three "Mississippi seconds" of weird silence for everyone in the locker room to look up and stare at me while waiting for a response. For those three long seconds I was unsure of what to say and how to express my true interests. I felt

Awaking from my daze to peer out the large, sweeping windows of the tour bus. Speeding past me is the Normandy countryside located on France's northern coast. After driving for an hour, we appear to be slowing down. The tour guide, Gilles, speaks over the intercom in his accented English describing the medieval structures of the town we are approaching. From a distance it appears to be a tourist haunt. Honfleur is a beautiful town that is different from anywhere else in the world.

I was sitting with the kids I was working with that week and one of the volunteers who was around six years older then me was sitting in front of me. Out of nowhere, he asked, “Are you going to be a senior this year?” He had a big smile on his face. I told him that I was going into the eighth grade and that’s when things got awkward. He got super worried. “Oh , uh, nevermind,” he muttered. He walked away pretty quickly. I’m already an anxious mess, so when I had to take the kids into his classroom the rest of the week it was extremely nerve-wracking.

Superior Elementary school was the best school. I was so anxious to start the fourth grade. Me and my siblings would lay out our new school outfits and have everything ready for school the next day. We would also have our book bags full of supplies put together all neat in the bags put to the side. The day before schools start me and my two sisters would go get our hair done at the salon. My brothers would get a haircut.

While we were looking at gum, three boys from our school walked in. One thing you have to understand about these guys is that they’re pretty popular, and they’re a grade older. To our surprise, they waved, so we waved back and continued to talk and look at gum. My sister walked off to get a Slurpee, so my friend and I started talking. While we were talking, the

It is mine. The golden sun that shines and kisses the tops of my shoulders. The wisps of white clouds traveling within a baby blue sky. The gentle breeze that coils itself around my arms providing relief from the warming sun. The sapphire sea and its serene waves rolling gently out to shore onto the finely grained sand. It is all mine.

¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬This is stone creek junior high school home to the stampede. Where our staff will help your kid with what ever they need. The school was built in 2006 and is still looks brand new the school gets new teachers when one retires get sick the nusre will help your kid when they don’t feel to well the colors here are red and black it is a good school to put your kids in when they are ready

It was a Tuesday afternoon and the heat in Mr. Martin's room felt as if we were next to the sun. The schools maintenance crew always kept the furnace on the highest setting possible. “So class what did we talk about yesterday ?” said Mr. Martin as he takes out the 590 page textbook on accounting and finance. “We talked about how to find assets, liabilities and owners equity,” says Ms. Know” it all in the front of the classroom.” As Mr. Martin begins his lesson, I quietly whisper to my best friend Jake, “Hey man, did you do the homework from last night?” “Nope, I forgot to read the chapter and finish the worksheet. I Kinda got side tracked playing Battlefield” said Jake. Then Mr. Martin Stood up and said “ Alright, now I'm going to come around

High School. The dreadful place every teen must spend possibly the worst four years of their lives in. While countless websites and magazines state that Northfield High School is one of the top public high schools in Minnesota, it is no exception. The teachers and staff take pride in this rating, making to tell each and every one of its prisoners. While the standardized test scores are abnormally high, I would not give credit to the sub-par teachers. Instead, I would credit the fact that this quaint high school is situated in a town with not one, but two liberal art colleges. Thus, much of its students are children of professors. Nevertheless, these statistics are still celebrated. Curious about what makes this high school better than the rest, I spent a day quietly observing the school and the people in it.

On the farm, where I, Emu Krayze, live, lives not only my family, but also a great number, about twenty, of chicken. You see, that is the problem. My whole family, including parents, aunts, uncles, cousins, and even siblings, are chicken. But me? I am just an ordinary, old fashioned emu, who does no good. I often fear that I was adopted! I have tried everything to transform myself into a chicken, or at least look like one, but can never manage to do it.

Class ended and I couldn’t have been more happy. All throughout class, a girl with long dark brown hair and a jean jacket would always chuckle behind me every time Mrs.Perryman would call out my name. Even though my

It was the “Summer of 2015” , actually the last day of summer for the Milton community and I was not excited, and when I say not excited I mean not excited. Mostly because It was my first year of sixth grade, I just wish I could go back to recess and getting snack time and all of that. Even though I don’t want to go I have my friends Vicky, Alexandra , Andrew and CJ to help me get through these years of middle school. Oh did I forget to introduce myself , I’m John Collins an average sixth grader just going to try to get through middle school. The next day was the first day of school and I was as nervous as ever but I got to see my friends so in the end it worked out. “Hey what’s up bro?” CJ said. “Hey how have you been?” I said to CJ with a worried but also happy face. “Good, how about you?” said CJ with an excited face. “I guess i’m ok i’m just worried I won’t make it through sixth grade!” I said. “ Me, Vicky, Andrew and Alexandra are here for you don’t you worry one bit!” CJ said with a smile. “Thanks I really appreciate it” I smiled back at him! We walked into school with everyone rushing to get to their first class, people were staring at me as I walked to my class but I didn’t care because I knew I didn’t do anything wrong so I kept on walking, but literally everyone was staring at me and of course Cj was on his phone. The first day was just a normal first day for everybody, I guess it was a normal day for me ,except for everyone staring at me for no reason but I didn’t care. At the end of the day I saw Vicky, Andrew and Alexandra walking home together but I didn’t want to bother so I walked alone, I saw no sight of Cj probably because he ditched classes to go home again like last year in fifth grade. I got home and went on my computer on to instagram

It was another hot day in the month of August. As I gingerly stepped out of the baby blue Toyota Avalon, my forehead was already forming little droplets of sweat. I wasn’t perspiring because of the humidity levels, it was the fact that I was about to start my first day at a new school. It’s an intimidating experience going to school with people you don’t know but, also worthwhile because we have the chance to make new friends. Anyway, as I stepped into the “newly renovated” building, I was utterly disappointed with the size of it. On the outside it looked like a decent size building but that was not the case inside. After analyzing the building I quickly shrugged my shoulders and walked upstairs to my homeroom. As I reached the room my nostrils sensed a foul smell. This scent carried a mixture of bleach, sweat, and the outdoors. So while I was trying to avoid smelling this awful scent a short, husky kid about my age walked towards me. This kid named Kiante was a mess. First of all, this kid stunk. He had a small bleach stain on his shorts, his Jordan’s were fake, and his hair was nappy. So as Jordan started to approach me I was trying to look for a way to avoid him. Unfortunately, that didn 't happen so he started talking to me. From that little conversation I could tell that this dude was pretty cool. So I hung out with him and that day had to be one the best school days in my life. The funny thing is, this kid that I had already prejudged