Descriptive Essay On A Day In My Life

I knew Landon was up to something when he woke me up with breakfast in bed, which, in my opinion, was a lovely way to wake up.

I watched as the first orange hued rays of the sunrise wash over the dark and mysterious sky. The small glow travels across the wild blue yonder and starts to brighten up the deepest parts of the skyline and the town. Under the radiating sky there was no place of hiding, the light would finally hit you. This bright light brought the new day in, but it also brought dread to some.

He was a brilliant guy with a lot of potential, but he had one insecurity, he fainted to the sight of blood.

One day a dad his daughter and her brother went shopping to Walmart. The dad bought a new tv, and it was very shiny when they got to the cash register he realized he did not have enough money. He had saved five fake one hundred dollar bills from the Fun Fair, so he pulled them out and said: “I am buying this tv it says it is for five one hundred dollar bills and no tax included.” The register said, “are you sure?” He looked and said your right, but the dad carried white out with him everywhere he went he whited out the tax word that said tax included very expensive tv. So the dad and his children quickly carried out the tv when the cash register scanned and said: “here you go have a nice day!” The dad said back “we will thank you.” They carefully

One beautiful day i was feeding my horses and chickens, suddenly i spot something moving in the woods, i hear mom call for breakfast but i wanted to see what was moving out in the woods. I called back to mom “be right there”, and i headed toward it, i was near it, a moment later it was gone. I walked 1 step in the woods to make sure ,and i heard mom call “come on”

Have you at any point had an exceptionally paramount day that you wish you could remember those minutes over and over again if you could? Well I do. Everything begins when I attempted this celebrated surely understood Mexican dish called Birria. My goodness did I begin to look all starry eyed at this fiery delicious stew meat that I lean toward eating this than any other dish. Be that as it may, mind you, seafood was my most loved sustenance yet Birria has prevailed upon my heart any fish dish. I can simply recall the best and absolute best day ever that I had when I was nine years of age.

It was a rainy Monday morning. I was fast asleep in my bed and suddenly there was a loud rumbling noise as if there was an earthquake and all the vessels were falling off the shelf.

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, cheerleaders, and dance team to walk the very halls we did every school day in elementary. We shake hands, high-five, and hug the students that look up to us as upperclassman and the teachers that helped make us the young adults that we have become.

I Still remember that day so well, the day when my perfect life ended, The day it was hard to breath. A couple of days ago, I was 15 and had that thought that I had the world figured out, Was most likely to be valedictorian, was the star quarterback on my school's football team, and of course had the most loving parents I could ever wish for. But that day It was a cooler day in late March. The wind was blowing softly, and the air felt dense in that airport. Lukas, my brother, was on his phone; while I ran around out of pure boredom finding anything I could do. We waited for hours, our Mother and Father were on a vacation for the past week and they were finally coming home. Lukas, my older brother and I waited with our grandmother beside us as she took care of us that week. The plane got delayed over five hours at one point, then it went off the radar.

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, but it wasn’t where It was supposed to be. I don’t have time to look for it, so I leave without it. I pack my bag, then realize that I don’t have my jersey. Panic rushes over me. I won’t be able to play. Coach could give us replacements for knee pads or pants or maybe even a helmet but not a jersey. I frantically search the room for the jersey, unsuccessful. Right before I begin to freak out, my mom walks through the doorway with my jersey in her hand and says, “I washed it for ya; it smelled like a pig had worn it.” I jump up with my spirits lifted and took the jersey and threw it in the bag. It was time to leave.

I walk towards my mom's white Toyota where my mom waits for me. She has a grim expression on her face, but at the moment I don't notice it. I collapse into the passenger seat and look 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.

October 27, 2008 was the start of the best day of her life as she would soon find out. Her younger sister named Shawneequa, 14 months, her younger brother named Vern, three years old, and of course Marion, only 5 years old. T’was the night when her mother and father were consuming lots of alcohol with friends who even, she did not recognize and she knows her parents have a lot of friends. They were in a disagreement and murmuring about each other, about who is doing what and what was happening. There were lots screeching and chaos going on that was coming from our house. Her mom's aunt, who was a neighbor at the time, was getting very apprehensive and decided to call the police to come over and see what was happening. Then, all of a sudden, she could hear the sirens get louder and louder as she saw them pulling up in the driveway. The blue and red lights were submerging through the curtains and reflecting off the mirror. Marion and her brother were getting scared so we shut the curtains and her mother attempted to turn off all of the lights. After asking her mom’s aunt, her mother, and Marion a few questions and then shortly after apprehending her dad, the police told all the children to get outside and stay in this one little spot on the cement by their driveway.

Beep! Beep! Beep! The alarm goes crazy early in the morning to wake me up. I let out a groan as I do a full body stretch. I slowly crawl out of my warm cozy bed and work my way into the bathroom. I flip the shower knobs on and wait 30 seconds to get in to the tub. I wet everything down before I put special no-scent shampoo into my hair. I lather up the shampoo and let it sit in my hair. While it sits in my hair I put some no-scent soap onto a wash rag and lather up my whole-body face to toe. I quickly rinse all of the lathered-up soap off my body and grab a towel to dry off. I stay in the shower to dry off because all of the warm moist air is still trapped inside. I brace myself to get out of the warm shower and go into the artic feeling bathroom.

It was early in the morning. We had just finished packing up our tents and camping gear. My hands were dirty and messy from playing in the dirt in front of the picnic table. We had been camping with the girls in my church. I had an amazing time.

It is the day of my life, that I am always going to remember, I can’t wait for it but there might be a obstacle. It’s Jeff and I’s wedding day. We are getting married right on the beach in Maine. I have one maid of honor and that would go out to Helen. Helen helped me through life and is still my best friend today. Even when life threw many curve balls I would just keep fouling them off until the right pitch came. But I know my best friends and family would be there supporting me in many ways. I could hear my mom, my dad, grandma, grandpa, Neal, Meg, and all of my friends cheering for me.