Descriptive Essay On A Day

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.

Later that day my mom came to me and asked if I wanted to go to Kayli's house for a sleepover. Excited, I ran to my duffle bag that was thrown in a corner of the living room to pack my things. Once I was was dropped off, we quickly went into her house to start playing

I watched from the hallway as my parents finished packing her clothes for their weekend away on business. “Sarah?” called my mother as she folded a cream colored blouse. “Right here,” I responded as a walked into the messy bedroom. “I just want to make sure you are all right before we go. I put a list of emergency numbers on the kitchen counter, stocked the fri-”

It's 9:38 on a friday night. Steve just got off of work and is heading to the bar. Steve arrived and headed to the same spot he has been going for years, but before he set down he seen this girl walked by and stopped. She went back to her spot and sat down next to 3 of her friends. Steve sat down next to them and said “may i buy you ladies some drinks?” They just looked at hom for a moment a silence steve thought to himself that this was a bad idea. “We would love to have a drink with you.” Steve gets up to get the drinks And thinks to himself that “This is going really well.” Steve gets back with the drinks and the ladies were just...gone. Steve walks out of the bar expecting to see the ladies but there were none. Steve frustrated decided to call it a night. Steve gets in his 67 Impala revs the engine up and heads home. The next day steve wakes up, grabs breakfast, and decides he is going to hop on a plane and go to a random island. He gets on a plane and sets off to wherever. Steve takes a nap and all the sudden everything is happening so fast BOOM! Steve wakes up seeing blood everywhere and it kicks in, he just endured a plane crash. Blood is everywhere steve is trying to call out but there is no one there. He manages to get up and see people everywhere but none are conscious. Steve realized this means he has to survive by himself. He started searching through people's pockets and their luggage. He didn't find much some food in the back, and a little bit of cash. It was

I remember my parents always trying to make sure everything was perfect for me when I was little. They always made sure that I was taken care of. I remember my dad having to carry me from the couch to my own bedroom every night when I was four because I wouldn’t fall asleep in there. I remember my mom staying in the Sunday school room during the service at the First Congregational Church in Sioux Falls with me when I was three because I didn’t want to be in a room full of strangers. I remember switching to Christ Lutheran Church in Hartford two years later because my parents wanted us to be comfortable, even though that had been the church they had gone to for 15 years. I remember my mom picking up cookies from The

The snow seemed like it will never stop. At my house, that sits upon the top of a mountain, we had over three feet of snow. It was three days before Christmas and the sun was just rising over the snow covered mountain range, the morning sky was grey with a splash of pastel pink and a warm yellow. With the smell of black coffee, I woke up in my sister’s room. The sunshine was beginning to peak into the small yellow room, my sister, Allison, was still sleeping with shallow breaths. I carefully swing my legs out of her bed, the frame made a quick, high pitch creak as I stand up. As I tiptoe towards the door, the sound of bacon hitting the hot skillet makes my stomach growl. I quietly close the bedroom door behind me.

Everyone is born with something called a soulmark; a special identifying mark, that leads a person to their soulmate, their perfect match. Most people find their soulmate before they’re eighteen. And that’s what terrifies me. I’m Shoyou Hinata and almost eighteen years old. My parents found each other with timers, that counted down to when they would meet, when they were ten years old. All of my friends found their soulmates in elementary and middle school. The only person I know who hasn’t met their soulmate yet, is me.

The sound of one of the million annoying alarms I’ve set agitates me to wake up from my comfortable bed, soft cloud like pillows of fluff and the cozy warm blanket wrapped around me. Like always, I reach towards the side of the nightstand where my clock is and slam on the snooze button. After 10 minutes of absolute silence and peace, the aggravating sound of the alarm clock turns on again. I read the bright red numbers on the alarm clock which read “8:00 AM ”. It’s way too early to be awake, especially for a Sunday morning. Yes, as you can tell I am not a morning type of person, I prefer the night. Everything is just much more peaceful during the nighttime. However, today is the day, it’s moving day. I honestly don’t even want to get out of bed right now; my head is hurting to death and feels like it's as heavy as all the boxes in the house combined. There were an abundant amount of appalling brown boxes surrounding my house. I was immensely annoyed and irritated just by looking at the boxes and by the thoughts of moving that I couldn’t stand it anymore so I finally got out of bed despite being tired. As I stood up, I felt like I just got off one of those rides at amusement parks that leave you dizzy. I didn't get why my parents wanted me to wake up so early when the moving truck came at around 1:00pm and mostly everything was packed the exhausting night before…

First days are usually the best and sometimes the scariest, in some cases they turn out to be the worst of days of a person’s life. On our first days of doing something, we all have expectations; everyone expects to have the best experience on his/her first day, but these expectations sometimes end up to be the opposite of what we expected. Sometimes they turn out to be a mixture of both the best moments and the worst. Similarly, I have a first day that I think will forever be in my mind; that is my first at the zoo.

Usually when I get into the holiday spirit when Halloween comes around. The movies, haunted houses, and the candy especially. I don’t really enjoy the scary movies, but I do like getting scared. I guess it’s all the like the way they kill them is something I don’t want to see. Sometimes I guess scary scenarios for some reason, like thing that would happen in Final Destination.I don’t like dressing up but I do like everything else. It’s because I’m very lazy and I don’t feel like dressing up. I’ll do everything else, but I don’t want to dress up.

Willow was excited to go to the beach with Evelyn. They were going to have a fun time there. The day was sunny and hot. The water was going to be cool against their hot skin. There were some clouds in the sky and a slight breeze. Evelyn parked her car and they both got out. When they got to the end of the cement stairs, Willow started to run to a shady spot in a secluded part of the beach. Evelyn started running to try to catch up. When they both got to the shade, Willow threw down her t-shirt, shorts, and towel onto the sand. Then she took off her sandals and set them near her towel. Evelyn put her towel down then laid her shorts, shirt, and shoes on top of it.

As I sauntered on to the school grounds holding Jacobs gloved hand tightly in mine, I surveyed the premises to behold both adults and children in coats, shielding themselves from the winter’s blues. The sun was not completely out yet, but the place was bursting with life and exuberance, with children gliding across the ice-covered grounds. The school field was effervescent and despite the dire conditions, it seemed to have taken on a life of its own. The weather was bad and the ice seemed to burn the skin if touched; yet the mood was still happy and free. The bare shrubs and plants about the place looked like they had been whipped by winter itself. The air was frosty and at every breath the sight of steam seemed to be present. A cold wind blew across the playground and created unrest amongst some. Crack! Crunch! The crisp sound of the leaves was heard, as if of ice splitting and hissing. Squirrels are seen trying to find a point of safety, scurrying about the bare trees that lay around the playground.

“Ouch” I yelped for the third time. But the elbow that had poked me, darted back under a canvas. I sighed as I put down my paintbrush coated in yellow. I loved art, but lately it had been tiring to sit down and focus. “ Come on Neena”said my best friend Ana. Ana was also the one that had been poking me with her elbow. “You could at least try something new once in awhile” she said. “Fine” I replied. “Maybe I'll go ask Ms. Zana if I could go to photography with you for a couple months.”

Once our day gets going it is the easiest thing in the world to get swept away by the routine, the urgent (which, by the way, is quite different from the important), the latest minor crisis (which probably seems major at the time) or, most common of all, the endless stream of useless thought that simply distracts us. Even if you have made the effort and started your day properly, it is simply all too easy to become submerged in the cares and worries of the moment and, as a result, revert to our default state of unfocused mindlessness.

As surprising and stressful as the situation was, it wasn’t unexpected; we should’ve been more prepared. Why didn’t we leave earlier? I just hope they are safe. Jerusalem has been under siege for almost a year now, any day those gates were bound to fall. We stayed solely for the purpose for helping, but will our good deeds really be our bitter end? The day before it all happened, I had stayed with my brother for a night in the watch tower, where he had been posted for a few weeks now. We drank most of the night and now, morning had come, and he began his duties. I fell asleep on the floor near the doorway and I was rudely awoken when he opened the door. Light from the morning star flooded in and hit me right in the eye. I’ve never been