Descriptive Essay - Original Writing

intelligent, and meaningful sentences. I could just be lazy and scribble gibberish. That would save me from a whole lot of frustration. It’s strange how guilty I’d feel if I did that. Why? I’m sure many other students wouldn’t care if they gave essays that look like they were written by the average 4th grader. I glance at the clock again. 3:58 PM it shows this time. Perfect, almost an hour wasted now. Thunder roars from outside and as if on queue raindrops begin to flick the window one by one…

we could go home and get ready for Prom. English, math, and science went as they normally did. Boring material with even more boring teachers. I hated school. I did not, however, hate learning. I liked being taught new things; I adored reading and writing. I just loathed the teachers. I disliked the way they treated students and their attitude towards learning. All they wanted to do is get paid and go home. I wished for a teacher that actually wanted to show up in school. Was that really too much to…

make me feel this way,but it did. I needed this today , I needed to feel like a woman again. I went and tucked my kids into bed, gave them a kiss goodnight and went on the computer. The very first e-mail I saw was from Shaun. He said he was writing me real quick to tell me he had a great time today and oddly thank me. He wrote "Thank you so much for today, you have no idea how much I needed this. I don 't want you to feel like I used you, I want you to know you are an amazing, beautiful woman…

Silica inquired. "Nah," I responded. "I 'm going to try to do that English essay that 's due tomorrow." Garen snorted. "Why would you do that when you have Felix? You know he 'd send you his essay if you asked. You could fiddle with things and make it look like your own. And wasn 't that like a trillion page essay? I started mine like three weeks ago and I 've just finished it." I sighed. I knew Felix would send his essay to me if I asked, but I didn 't want to become totally dependant on him. It…

from my research that there will be an elegant and eco-friendly evening stroll spot. As you wander down the tree-lined of Marunouchi naka-dori, you’re suppose to feel like a princess or a queen as possible 200 roadside trees of LED bulbs with their original shade of champagne gold, twinkling elegantly on the trees lining. I giggled to myself, envisioning the picture perfect and the “date”. It’s going to be truly amazing! “Hey, sorry I’m late! How long did you wait?” Itachi asks, huffing and puffing…

positive light, he shows that it is ok; that beauty defies conventionality. Tom Ford’s “Drake” lipstick, a new release in the collection, sold out in a matter of minutes and was listed on EBay for more than $225, making the lipstick six times the original price of $35 (Mondalek). Ms. Zomnir, there is value in representing men with makeup on. Think of the positive publicity for Urban Decay and the amount of recognition and additional sales gained by catering to more people! As Mulvey says, “challenges…

have plenty of time in the next month to think about my feeling in regards to Kendrick. I needed to finish up the article and get it off to my editor. I should be able to get it done by tonight and send an email in the morning. I was thinking of writing my next article about the sea life around the Scottish coast. Since our salmon dinner last evening I thought I would do a piece about the commercial salmon farming that began in Scotland in 1969. In 2002 over 145,000 metric tons of farmed Atlantic…

there, somewhere, faithfully doing his bidding. They were born not long after he had arrived in the new world, eager to exploit the endless possibilities of the harsh existence of naive immigrants. He had been terribly disappointed to find that the original inhabitants of the land were impervious to his talents. He could not mark them, most annoying as many were born with such talented minds, possess, or unduly influence them in any way, although that had changed as many had lost their connection to…

small black and white striped outfit and the tiniest red bandana. His wire rimmed spectacles set off huge eyes which were topped off by large curling horns. All in all he was about 8 inches tall. He held a small sign that said “Old Goat” in black writing. I just had to have him. Why? Because I love goats? No. It all stemmed from a time when my cousin Katie and I were teasing with our grandparent 's. Every summer, my cousin Katie and I would spend a week with my grandparents. We would do all sorts…

Bornancin, our teacher, walked in with a 'Laffy Taffy ' yellow colored dress on, but also with a straight face. She never smiled. We went through our normal school routine: In the morning unpack our backpacks, and silent read. Then work/finnish any writing projects, and go to either PE (jim), literacy, art, computers, and/or music class. Then Mrs. Bornancin would read aloud a book, while we took notes on the book. After that it was already lunch time, at 11:00! Were we would head outside for recess…