Descriptive Essay - College Dorm Room

I am here today to convince you that the outrageously rude, belligerent, and hazardous road hogs also known as ‘cyclists in central London’ should be put into Room 101. Cyclists are impertinent, self centred people who feel that whatever they do is correct. They ride around on their annoying two wheeled children’s toys, which have no protection, and they render themselves invisible by refusing to wear reflective clothing.

Back in 1981, my dad, uncle, aunt and grandpa all helped work on building a shack in the middle of the woods. At the time it was built, none of them could have imagined what it would mean to the family today. I bet, back during that summer, they were only concerned with where the deer were, but although the deer have moved on from that area, the shack still sees widespread use. Now days, we use it for a place to sleep before going out duck hunting because of the Willow River and the many logans that surround it. On the contrary, the shack gets used for one, non hunting event, every year: the spaghetti feed. Because of its importance, the shack is instrumental in bringing the family together.

The low ceiling cowered above and the black plastic chairs formed a restless crowd around me. From my seat, I could smell the acute scent of cleaning fluid, whiteboard markers, and the nauseating perfume of the girl sitting next to me. Like so many other students, she exuded concentration. Her brows were drawn as her hand moved rapidly over the testing booklet, only pausing to reposition herself or cast an almost imperceptible sidelong glance. The effortlessness of her actions furthered my anxiety as I began tapping my foot uneasily against the speckled linoleum floor. Through the dusty shades that hung precariously in front the only window in the room, I could see the outline of a solitary building shadowed by the dense gray fog that clung to the courtyard outside. At that moment, I would have given anything to be able to run and scream at the top of my lungs. I had an inexplicable urge to break free from the confinement of that room and what it

The contents of the family restroom off of Peaks Place Trail were always the same. The little 8X5 room usually contained a stained-up finger print covered mirror, a leaky sink, a clogged up or overflowing toilet, and a drain in the middle of the floor that had probably never gotten rid of any water in its existence. However, on the last Sunday of every month, the items in dirty room would get a few additions. On these particular Sundays, the public restroom would contain its usual revolting things, but it would also contain a view from the doorway of a rusty bike leaned against a rotting tree, a black duffle bag that housed a few dirty clothes, and a visit from a 19 year old homeless girl who would be frantically trying to get the dirt stains out of the only semi-nice thing that she owned. This particular Sunday would be no different as the young lady tried to get ready for her usual once-a-month church going.

The cleanest, good smelling, shiney bathroom he had ever been in. The walls were white like pearls, the floor looked like diamonds, and the appliances look like quartz. Overwhelmed with excitement, Rainsford removed all his clothes and hopped into the shower. He had been in the heavenly shower for half an hour, enjoying the water, his cleansing, and most of all: the smell. He hadn’t had any sort of bath since two days before his departure to the island. Only all of this had ended shortly. Rainsford had opened the curtains to the shower and there stood Ivan. He had blood coming from his mouth, and the wound to where the knife was flung into. He had been breathing most hoarse and hard. Rainsford had whispered, “Ivan?!” Knowing what he was here for, he could not go anywhere, seeing that Ivan as blocking the door and the window was too high up for him to jump. Rainsford just sat there, watching Ivan stand there with his knife in hand. Rainsford braced for what was coming. Before Ivan slowly walked to the chateau, he had lost a terrible amount of blood and was bleeding out at an incredibly fast speed. The floors were covered in almost blackened blood.

Because it can help you in your future in getting a good paying job and with that job you can maintain your life.

The cool air swept the sandy brown shores of Texas secret getaway. The windy breeze did not hide the water pouring down my voluptuous breast. My grandmother would call Texas Gulf Coast December climate Indian weather. I closed the door of my Avalon noticing the run in my stocking that race to my feet. I was Mathieu Jeanette Gustavo first patient, I had practiced exhibition behavior on my balcony with a strange Italian man this weekend. It was the first time Mathieu saw me in this behavior. I looked nothing like I usually do with my hair pulled back, loosely pants, long tee shirts, short wrinkle mini skirts, or some pajamas. I had watched Mathieu from my window looking down as the male put his penis in my mouth. I debated whether or

Lucy Honeychurch is a dynamic protagonist in A Room with a View and her voyage to Italy drastically changes her perspective about conforming to society. Lucy is from the English middle class, and her family sends her to Italy with her cousin Charlotte for a cultured experience to become more sophisticated and educated. This vacation is irregular; Lucy develops a romantic relationship with George, and she challenges her past judgements of English society. This vacation signifies the beginning of Lucy’s growth as an individual. The title A Room with a View states the progression of Lucy Honeychurch’s accidental journey of introspection and her desire to find independence and escape from English social norms.

It took two hours to make the bathroom shine. Lindsey got down on her hands and knees and scrubbed the grime-stained floor tiles; then, when she realized that they weren’t quite clean yet, she got down and scrubbed every single one a second time. She doused the sink in cleaner and swabbed it until the buildup of ramen noodle and coffee stains vanished, leaving behind gleaming porcelain. And, most bravely of all, she scoured the toilet bowl not once, not twice, but three times with Scrubbing Bubbles before she got so frustrated with the stains that she bleached

RA Keaira continued working on rounds. While in Copper Hall RA Keaira cleaned out Study Room 310 of trash and placed chairs back correctly in the room. Both laundry rooms on the second floor and third floor of Copper Hall were checked for account of cleaning supplies. One vacuum was borrowed from the laundry room located on the third floor of Copper. RA ran into RA Isai giving a tour of one the apartment on the second floor of Copper Hall. Study Room 210 was locked and could not be checked; Study Room 110 was locked as well. RA Keaira saw Kevin Marshburn and Fabian Barragan . RA Keaira and Kevin Marshburn talked about IDs issues and that a Faculty member Dr. Zeiger, Spencer would be moving in in to Copper 105. Kevin Marshburn showed RA Keaira

The room is set to be a comfortable environment. A Bengal rug and the Administrative Assistant greet the public as they enter. Fake plants next to overstuffed furniture and a room that is decorated with inspirational wall art and federal regulations surround the public. As the public take their seat waiting to enter one of the open doors, they can enjoy a glass of water, tea or coffee. Directly in front of them, the Administrative Assistant has a variety of candies in a handmade dish for their enjoyment. They can sit and stare blankly at the wall as they wait for an appointment they have set up over a week ago. The temperature of the room is not too hot, and not too cold. The Administrative Assistant strikes up small talk from around

I’m sitting in my room that I have now, taking some time, and imagining what my magical bedroom would be like. My magical, imaginary bedroom would be out of this world, extraordinary. Something many people probably dream about, but know they would not, or could not have. It would be a dream come true if I could actually have a bedroom like this. I also wished my family and I could live in an extremely big house. With many rooms, such as, a big kitchen, a two car garage, 3 bathrooms, and 4 bedrooms, one for guests.

The place where I feel the most comfortable, and show my personality, is my bedroom. This is the place where I can really be myself and do what I want; it’s the place I come home to, and wake up every day. My room makes me feel comfortable because it is my own space. My house is always crazy, with my dog barking, and my siblings running around making noise, my room is the only place in the house where I can come and relax without caring about everything else, the only place that I can go to clear my mind.

During 5th grade year of 2016, almost once every week my parents would go and look for a house. I would remind them everyday that the house we have is great and there is no need to find another. In that house I have lived there at least eight years, which is most of my life so far. Till this day it has always been my favorite house, and the perfect house. I have made so many memories there it is impossible to count. I loved it.

My house is quite large. It has three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a kitchen, two living rooms, a dining room, a special games room and a big front and back garden.