Descriptive Essay On A Day At School

Game Day Each Friday morning, during football season, I wake up with butterflies in my stomach. I wake up knowing that I have a football game that night. Football Fridays, for me, are usually filled with excitement, stress, anxiety, and nervousness. I wake up and put my jersey on as I think about the long stress and excitement-filled day I have ahead of me. The day starts off with the elementary halls favorite event, the Colonel Walk. Every Friday morning the football team lines up behind the band

As an eight hour school day, filled with laughter and joy as I spent time with my friends, whizzed by, I walked towards my bus. Looking around I could see everything from birds gliding in the wind, their feathers glistening in the sunlight, to spiders in the bushes, working tirelessly to spin their magnificently intricate masterpiece of a web. The trees are starting to change from a vibrant green, to a light yellow, to a deep orange, and finally, to a bloody red. The contrast of all the awe-inspiring

One humid summer morning I was woken up to hear my dad saying, “Get up, today is tryouts.” The day was cloudy and humid and partly dark, There was never a day I wanted more to just lay in my bed and rest. Definitely not a day you would want to go play football. It wasn’t early but for some reason, I was really tired, and hungry. I ate very little so I wouldn’t feel even worse. Time seemed to go by as slow as snails scrape the bottoms of the sea for the algae which only left me dreading what might

“I never in my life would have thought this would happen to me,” Jada says, her voice starting to crack though she remains calm. Her sad but warm hazel eyes start to tear up; still, it is hard to believe that she experienced such an event. Jada, about 5’4,” 135 pounds, has a small waist that hugs her hips, long dark curly hair, with smooth toffee-colored skin, and medium peach-colored pouty lips in a round face with slightly chubby cheeks. Along with eight other multi-racial women, ranging from their

The worst part was that now I had to spend my whole day like this. The added weight of the water made my already uncomfortable uniform unbearable. The outline of the notorious school building was still barely visible due to the massive drops of rain pouring down onto the street. Although school was meant to be a place to socialize and learn, I absolutely dreaded it. I walked through the school gate and found the usually crowded playground and piazza eerily quiet

BRING! BRING! The dynamic sound passed over my head. I immediately responded to it by covering my two fragile ears with my two small hands. The ringing bell was ear-splitting, but I was happy that I was finally dismissed. As soon as I escaped from the school building, I quickly approached a lovely playground. The playground was enormous and colorful. There were lots of slides, swings, and seesaws everywhere. My most favorite out of all was the swing with black seat and two chains tied to it. When I reached

for herself and her two younger siblings. The middle one doesn’t finally get up until 10 minutes before he’s scheduled to walk out the door. By the time I manage to get everyone up and where they’re supposed to go (the oldest driving my middle to school, my youngest dropped in daycare) I’m 15 minutes behind schedule. I take the 45 min drive to work and face a room full of chaotic 2nd graders for a hefty 7 hours before staying after for another 2 to help the other faculty and then taking

behind me to see that my sister wasn't here today. I assume that her friends mom picked her up from school that day as my mom drives out of the school parking lot. “How was your day?” despite her gloomy mood, she fights to keep a smile and start our day to day conversations where we wrap up our days on the way back home. Still oblivious to what's going on I answer with complaints about the day not going fast enough for my liking. My mom just listens to me patiently, which is unlike her since she

Awakening to the bright morning light shining through my window, I lay in my bed trying to fall back asleep until I realize that it’s gameday. I jump out of bed and run into the kitchen where my mom is awake, dressed, and already cooking. She tells me to make sure I bring my long sleeve shirt because it was cool outside. I quickly pack my bag. It’s as if everything was hidden on purpose and my life depended on finding each and every little item. I go to look for the long sleeve shirt, just in case

black dresses. It was Bridget Angels mother she was the most popular girl in school. She has long light brown hair and green eyes with tears coming out of them. Bridget never cared about her mother, she would always yell at her. Mrs.Angels used to be our high school social studies teacher until she quit a couple of months ago. Because Bridget told her to because it was too embarrassing for her mom working at our school. Mrs.Angels is a nice older lady, but she wasn't really old. She was sweet and