Descriptive Experience Essay

Filled with excitement and joy I began to fill my suitcase, overloading with clothing that I most likely will not wear. A I finish my exaggerated packing I heard a thumping sound of knocks at the front door. I hurriedly squish everything and make my way to the door only to be greeted by Ely’s joyful expression. Once we manage to pack our things in the trunk we head off to the airport. Once at the airport were greeted with our growling tummies ready to devour. We have fifteen minutes before our flight

Aby Adams 3rd hour Trip to Colorado My family and I had planned a trip to Denver, Colorado to visit my brother and his girlfriend. It took months and months to finally have it all planned out, but we finally figured everything out. We left for the cities on a Wednesday night. We stayed in a sketchy hotel in the cities by the airport and flew out of Minneapolis around 5:30 a.m. I was so nervous, as it was my very first plane ride. The plane was quite small. Our plane was delayed due to them having

remember I was very tired and wanted to go to sleep. Before I went to sleep however, I was sitting in the kitchen with my mother, aunt, and sister. One of the reasons why I left before them was because they had been talking about their paranormal experiences they had experienced in the house. This had obviously spooked me so my sister suggested I go to bed instead and I did. Thankfully I fell asleep quiet easily and didn’t keep thinking about the paranormal happenings that occurred in the house. The

Markets are prevalent all over the world. They may vary on what they have to offer and how they are set up, but what is similar amongst them is the experience, the sheer amount of diversity, and sense of community that one gets from walking through a market. The experience of a market goes far beyond the food itself. All of your senses are bombarded as you cruise along. The smell, the people, the never-ending discovery of what a place like this has to offer. As Tzipi Livni, one of the most powerful

arrived on the golden shoreline of the beach. I am not usually a huge fan of crowds, but today was different. Though many people were present, it gave me a good opportunity to take everything in for the first time. It was evident, that my brief experience in Corpus Christi was going to be a memorable one. As I got out of the car, the scorching heat of midday coated my body. The thermostat read 95 degrees, and it felt that way. My family and I retrieved our gear for the beach, and walked out to

middle of the scorching desert. Immediately upon exiting the car, the familiar tell-tale smell of the lake hit me. The lake smelled like a combination of a fish and algae scent that seemed slightly putrid nevertheless, it did not detract from the experience. On blustery days, I felt the zephyr blow through my hair and saw the telltale whitecaps forming on the water’s surface. On sunny days I saw the afternoon sun make the greenish-brown water glimmer majestically and reflect off of the glass in the

So, there I sat, seat G4 on the train headed to nowhere. I didn’t have a destination; I never really did. I guess that’s just the type of person I was, someone who just hopped on a train for the ride. I always liked trains. I don’t know what it was about them, but for some reason or another, I always found myself lounging in the same spot drinking hot cocoa. People always said that hot chocolate “was only for kids” but I never got that; I had a pretty strong distaste for coffee. Honestly, I hate

As I got on the plane I was not able to handle all of my excitement. I would be having a new adventure in Italy. It would take about 12 hours to arrive. During that time I would be sleeping, looking for fun tourist attractions, and sleeping some more. The plane finally landed just a few minutes ago on Central Italy and now I await my taxi. Once the taxi arrived and took me to my hotel I decided to go sightseeing. As I was driving to the Orvieto Cathedral I got lost. Without reception for my phone

Unconventional Experience Nineteen years ago I was born in a little town in southern New Jersey called Manahawkin. It is a tourist town, and even today is genuinely only known for the island that it is attached to, and even saying that it is “known” is a stretch. Typically, tourists do not even know the name of my town while driving through it. When I arrived at college, I had to constantly answer the question of where I am from. Eventually I learned to just fib a little and say that I am from “Long

I drove pulling up to a gigantic building, like a warehouse of sorts, colored grey and orange just like the few surrounding building in the complex. As I get out of my car I spot a table about 200 feet from the entrance, and the building decorated with the company logo; Sky High Sports. The logo is a shadow of a person holding what seems to be a dodgeball. As I walk in I’m greeted by an employee sitting behind a computer placed on a large counter. The building is kept incredibly cold sending goosebumps