Descriptive Essay About The Jacket

Most of us had an experience where we have felt that some clothes or gifts are cursed and responsible for creating the wrong events. When we are young, our thinking is restricted like we believe that clothes or gifts which we don’t like are unlucky for us. When I was young, I participated in an animal costume play that organized in my school. My dad bought me a bear costume for the play, but I wanted a rabbit costume. Though I did not like the bear costume, I wore it anyway. Suddenly, unpleasant things started happening: my performance was not good, everyone called me “BEAR, BEAR,” and laughed at me. I felt insecure and the costume became a curse for me. Now, when I recall that funny episode and the bear costume, I laugh at myself for being so silly at that time. “The Jacket,” a memoir story written by Gary Soto, is the same story about the feelings the author had when he receives a jacket. He hates the jacket’s “guacamole color [with] mustard color lining” (para.2). Soto’s jacket symbolizes his embarrassment about his childhood poverty even though he uses humor to alleviate the pain of his situation. Although I do not share Soto’s impoverished childhood, I understand the embarrassment, insecurity, ridicule and coincidences my bear costume caused.

Author Gary Soto describes his experience with a day-old green guacamole jacket in “The Jacket.” In this autobiographical incident, his family is poor and his mom is forced to get him a ugly green jacket. Although Gary had gotten a jacket, he is disgusted by its color. However, he is forced to wear it because it is extremely cold. This is similar to how I am forced to wear a particular shirt and short or pant called uniform at school. The material is constantly itching my skin. Gary Soto’s jacket is similar to how I am required to wear uniform, but it contains some distinct differences.

When I thought about clothes, I didn’t smile as it was just another object on my “list of happiness”. But when I thought about my mom, my dad, and my brother, a smile emerged on my face. I could feel the happiness running through my veins from my head to my toes.

In the story “Scholarship Jacket” by Martha Salinas, Martha’s feelings about the scholarship jacket change from excited to sad and finally relieved through the story.

I peer around my closet - a collection of seemingly materialistic things. Although cotton and polyester surround me, I see much more than that - I see cotton and polyester infused with self-expression, sewn with memories and printed with reminders of who I am. As a result, this daily trip requiring me to walk .003 miles (roughly 18 feet) turns into a daily reminder of the person I've grown to become. As baggy blue jeans and a

I carry with me an old backpack that I borrow from my father, it is old and worn but does the job, since the last one I had ripped in the bottom and let all its contents into the world. Inside that old backpack, I carry textbooks, I carry a small pencil case, and a slip of indifference that peeks out of the front pocket. The pencil case holds a rainbow of coloured pens, erasers I can’t seem to keep track of, and the pencil I’ve had since the ninth grade. The pencil carries the 3 years I’ve had it, the knowledge of every exam and test and essay I’ve ever written, and the thought that I should get a new one when I move away.

Everything happens for a reason or so it seemed when Jillian Eisman found a jacket worn by a prisoner at a Nazi concentration camp when at a tag sale in Long Island. She purchased the jacket and donated it to a Kupferberg Holocaust Center in New York. But maybe she didn't just donate the jacket because it was a big part of the holocaust and maybe she didn't just find the jacket randomly and maybe having a friend who worked at the holocaust center was just a coincidence, but Eisman thinks otherwise. In last the paragraph of the article she says, "There is a reason why I was supposed to be in that house. ... There is a reason why I was friends with someone who worked at a Holocaust museum. What are the chances of that?", the central idea of the

EBay user “hacker33406” registered a sweater for auction on July 19th, 2015. The listing depicts a “dark oatmeal colored BROOKS BROTHERS fisherman sweater” that entertains a “rolled neck collar made in SCOTLAND of 100% wool”. This transforms the potential buyer’s perspective of the otherwise brown sweater, adding a distinctive portrayal of the sweater’s appeal, thus making this sweater stand out from others. But, objectively, the sweater is still just a sweater without a subjective background to heighten its distinguishing qualities. A similar sweater listed on “AllMyLifeForSale.com” provides just that background. “Green Wool Sweater Tag # 000527” narrates the owner’s experiences with friends and family, and the process unto which he came to own the sweater. The disclosure itself, having almost nothing to do with the item, critically distinguishes the listing from others for consumers interested in its historic appeal. It renovates a drab, green, wool sweater by providing it a lively antiquity, one not shared by similar apparel. The memoir alone is the decisive argument in

“I’m so nervous.” Eli was pulled out of his trance-like state and turned toward the source of the voice. Kael fiddled with his jacket buttons and tugged at its too-short sleeves, unable to keep his hands still. The old and faded material looked eaten and worn; passed down for more than three generations, it was riddled with stitches and patches. The only part of the coat that was new were the shining copper buttons. They had cost a week’s worth in earnings and probably did little to keep out the cold of the early fall morning. Even so, the jacket was the nicest thing Eli’s friend owned.

I think that this would be good for our Apparel 1 class because we can dye shirts then hang them up to let them dry. Dying fabric takes a lot of work id you want to dye the fabric right. Richard Blackburn experienced ways to dye fabric without using your hands. Do not dye fabric and put it in the dryer because he can get all over your dryer and dry and destroy your cloths that you put in the dryer afterwards.

It took me hours to figure out how to begin this paper. Not because I did not know what to write about, but because I spent most of the time reminiscing about my life, the decisions I have made in the past, and my plans for the future. My biggest regret I discovered I had was how I treated my parents when I was going through those moody middle school years. I was never grateful enough; I always wanted more and more. What I did not realize is that my parents were giving me everything they could. I looked around my lunch table that sat ten of my closet friends. On the first day of school, the first day back after Christmas break, and the first day back after Spring Break. What I saw? Fancy new clothes, jewelry, makeup, tan skin from vacations, and new iPhones or I-pods. What did I have to share? A pair of new knock-off brand tennis shoes and some “not so fancy” articles of clothing. I can remember just feeling embarrassed because I was always a few steps behind all my friends when it came to the materialistic things.

I glanced into my closet and sighed. My clothes were bright and colorful which didn’t reflect my mood. I kept looking around for something dark to wear. The person whom I was a year ago matched this messy, out of place closet, but that wasn’t me, not any more. That person was fearless, bold, and independent, but one doctors visit can change your life. They told me it required Chemo and the cost would be high, but they didn’t tell me the emotional cost. Losing all my hair was just a stepping stone to depression. After that the colors of my world seemed to fade. My closet with its abundance of colorful clothes just reminded of the life I once knew; it was like a sky rocket into deeper and more pensive depression. Over the course of the past year

The item is something I want, I could live without this expensive bomber jacket, because there are other jackets I could buy that don’t rely on sweatshops overseas. I already have one bomber jacket, so I wouldn’t need this one because one is more than enough and I won’t always need a jacket (since weather changes due to the seasons). I would wear this item once a week, not owning this jacket wouldn’t affect me. After I would be one wearing this product I would either donate it, sell it, or give it to someone I’m close to. I don’t think anyone has an Alexander Wang bomber jacket, but I could borrow another brand bomber jacket from a friend of mine. This bomber jacket by Alexander Wang would make me joyous for a while, but over time I believe

I threw my books on my bed and approached the jacket as if I knew what was inside the christmas present and it wasn’t what i wanted. I looked at the jacket, i wanted to hurl. I touched the sleeve and peaked inside at the brownish-yellow lining.

“You asked for that jacket”, I answered him, I walked out of the room, and put my jacket on and looked in the mirror, I looked flawless, I sat down and when I looked in the mirror all I could see was popularity and fame. I even combed my hair and i looked like I was an official biker. I walked downstairs looking and feeling like royalty as I walked into