Descriptive Essay - Original Writing

Our enjoyments are also limited by time. For how long can we continue to savour the taste of that perfect scoop of double chocolate ice cream? For how long can we continue to listen to our favorite music album over and over again? After a while, it is natural for us to get tired of doing the things we cherished the

Scott Peck describes delaying gratification as “a process of scheduling the pain and pleasure of life in such a way to enhance the pleasure …” (pg 19). In other words, it is realizing that in life, and especially at work in any job, there are tasks and responsibilities that are enjoyable and there are tasks and responsibilities that bring very little joy. By consciously scheduling the less enjoyable tasks around those that are more enjoyable, time management will improve and productivity will increase. People will be less likely to delay the less desirable tasks and responsibilities if they know that once those tasks are complete, there awaits one that produces more enjoyment. In my career, the task I least enjoy is marking. I love classroom instruction, interacting with the students, participating in extra-curricular activities, but marking is pure drudgery. However, I know that marking is an essential part of learning and I try to schedule my marking time in the morning when I am not distracted by other events or tired.

People today spend too much time on personal enjoyment – doing things they like to do – rather than doing things they should do.

I feel that even if you’re doing something that you enjoy, there are still ways you could use that time more productively. Fun every once in awhile doesn’t hurt but if you’re constantly wasting time on miscellaneous activities than it’s still wasting time.

People sometimes do things that they do not enjoy doing. Some people at schools other people at work, other in life.

Jazz was developed between the late nineteenth century and the early of the twentieth century Jazz is not only considered as America’s gift to music but also an international phenomenon. In addition, the rhythm is a characteristic feature of Jazz. It is often syncopated and polyrhythmic, contrasting rhythms occur at the same time. There are a variety of famous and talented artists in this major such as Anthony Braxton, Duke Ellington, Count Basie or Miles Davis. Over the course of the 20th century, this art form has been changing drastically as new artists bring on new influence and new sound and today, Jazz is played and listened by all walks of life all over the world.

“A great pleasure in life is doing what people say you can’t do” These exact words come from my own perspective. These words mean something by stating that people have pleasure in doing something. This quote was burned into my mind so deep that I'll never forget the thought of this arrogant teacher. Devotion and talent had made a significant impact on overcoming this challenge.

In the morning, Caireann woke me up. She stood above my bed, shaking my shoulder. I opened my eyes, looking at her. Then I looked across the room to her empty bed. Andy 's empty bed sat in the corner. I swallowed, climbing out of bed.

That decision sticks to me still to this day. It was the day I walked away from my ugly past. I used to be a gangster, a real bad dude. I owned the coolest cars, I had the hottest girls, and I was rolling in the dough. But I had to get out of that lifestyle. My homie, Jarron, went to prison for life because of that day. I went to prison for two years. It was time to change.

To see Kendrick leave this morning was much harder than I imagined it would be. To say we’d grown close would be an understatement. We come up with plans to Skype each other on his down time. It needed to be enough for the time being, we had no other options.

I couldn’t imagine that I would have ever seen a tractor flying through the air, let alone a tractor landing just inches away from the room where my family was taking shelter. All of those childhood memories just gone just like that. My little sister Harper was crying to my mother saying “Mommy Mommy can it stop can it stop?” she wailed. I know this might seem crazy but that moment it just felt like time paused. And then my mother was crying to my father saying “Honey we lost her!” my mother cried.

I did my best to straighten up a bit for my impromptu guest; quickly discarding a few empty low balls that had marked their territory on the old coffee table with rings of dried condensation. The single bed and bath apartment wasn 't particularly large but it was open with only a short wall separating the living area from the kitchen. The aforementioned bedroom and bathroom being the only rooms that were completely enclosed. The living area doubled as my office and with a bit creative decorating, didn 't feel as cluttered as it truly was. A large wooden desk found residence at the back of the room, my hand-me-down office chair and two gently used wooden chairs sat on opposite sides of the wooden center piece. A dark brown leather sectional took the for front and served as make shift seating for waiting clients, not that there were ever any waiting.

Often when I think of canyons I think of time being etched into a stone creating deep, intricate gorges. The first time I encountered a picture taken from the inside a canyon, it made me think back to the imagery I would use to describe my own life. A ravine with so many edges and turns that in pieces do not make sense but, when put together create this sort of channel running through the rock. I noticed that without the sun 's rays shining down, the canyon becomes dark, hollow, and full of chaos waiting to happen. However, when the light shines in the ravine there is a rainbow effect running up the rock and all the little etchings adding more glory to the overall masterpiece.

Everyone I met melted in the palm of my hand. They all loved me. Now, I strike fear into the hearts of all men. It all started when I was nine, on a hot, humid afternoon. All because of innocent, little Elizabeth.

He laid on his bed, photographs taken out from their albums were scattered out around him. Her smooth warm hands holding gently on his right hand, it just wasn’t the same anymore. He needed to feel her flesh for one more time, her hands, where they belonged, in his. Her scent, so familiar, her dazzling chocolate brown eyes which were the kind that you can look into and get lost within it, her long wavy and golden brown hair that falls brilliantly over her chest and her kissable cherry lips. She was still painted on his mind.