Descriptive Essay : ' Fuck '

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.

In “The F Word” written by Firoozeh Dumas an excerpt from her autobiography titled Funny in Farsi, she talks about her struggles living in America from having a very different name, to not understanding English very well. Dumas uses examples from her childhood and all throughout her life to explain why she feels Americans are ignorant to new and different things. The author would like her audience to be aware of other cultures, and their names and lifestyles. She feels Americans were not open to accept her culture and difference, and instead of embracing it, they made fun and insulted what they were unsure of. Based on the simplicity of words she uses, the mild tempered language she includes, and how relatable her

I saw a tall man in a long overcoat, with his collar turned up to his ears. He rushed directly to me. I assumed it was Jimmy Wells, since he knew my name. We both started talking about the old restaurant, which was torn down. Then, we both started to talk about the twenty years that had passed. Then I realized it was not Jimmy Wells. It was a soldier who brought me a piece of paper from Jimmy. I sure was scared to unfold the piece of paper. And as soon as I unfolded the paper and read it, I was under arrest for being wanted in Chicago. The End my fellow

She nearly slide out of her seat when the car came to a stop, she lifted her head and looked at the male. “Worn someone when you are going to break the car so damn sudden.” She shouted at him. “I could have been killed.” She rolled her eyes. She knew she really wasn’t going to die but she could get badly hurt. “Why did you stop anyways we aren’t…” She turned her head to look out the window, she cocked her head to the side. She arched her brow a little. “Now that’s something you don’t see every day.” She spoke aloud so every in the car could hear

“I need to talk to you before we land.” Gloria grunted as her clothes shifted over her skin. To Oracle’s left came the sound of shoes scraping over carpet, then a pop as Gloria sat down next to her.

I’m in the back seat. My eyes flick to the driver. Fat neck, shiny head. On a deep inhale, I close my eyes and muster all the courage I can to look to the right of

“Look for the man in the green silk hat.” Whispered voice next to my ear.

"Hadley? Is that you?" A voice called from inside the car. I jumped it startled me. I whipped my head around.

I slowly gained conscious as a voice sounded next to me. An interior of a car comes into my vision, memories from before tells me that this is Zander’s car. I looked at around in confusion and tried to think of what happened before but excruciating pain filled my head as I thought deeper into my memories.

She sat up and stretched her arms above her. She looked around the room as she stood up.

“We had a conversation just,” the stranger looked at his watch, “36 minutes ago, remember?”

In Sherry’s essay, “In Praise of the F Word”,” She has made a good argument. Sherry “suggested that the only way to make students to work hard is to throw the undermine card of failure at the students.” According to Sherry, “teacher often pass student even when students don’t deserve to the passing grade.” This kind of dishonest behavior from teaches “doom” the students from getting a good job for the rest of their life. “She also criticizes the teachers for not giving the students an “F” when they are not doing their work. She implies that most kids in school don’t do their work, unless you let know what would happen if they are not doing their homework. Throughout the argument, she is trying to encourage the teacher to do the right

I scooted back to let Susanna look out and assess the situation. The truck’s walls were canvas, and I worried if we talked someone would hear us. We’d be found before we had a chance to do any good. Before I could decide whether I could safely talk to Susanna or not, she slipped out of the back of the truck. Where the hell was she going? I was alone again, left to figure things out myself. I tried to ignore the sharp

I felt nauseous - the inside of the taxi began to spin like a tornado. I began to daydream, falling in and out of a consciousness. Street lights flashed before my closed eyelids every few seconds, keeping me somewhat alert and aware of my surroundings.

I trudged closer to the scene and finally laid eyes upon the frantic voice I heard earlier. He was an older man, perhaps in his sixties with a receding blond-white hairline and a hooked nose. He was speaking to what appeared to be a paramedic, trying to calm the man down.