Descriptive Language In Middle School

Teenage crushes are explored through the middle school and high school years. The two most important crushes are romantic and identity. Most of these crushes are seen as jokes by parents. However, experiencing these types of crushes ultimately lead to the discovery of one's true identity. Shakespeare uses romantic and identity crushes to show how parents need to take teenage crushes more serious.

This is the big game of the season, it’s football time and this game is to see who plays North Scott in the finals. It’s a game of rivals with the DeWitt Sabers and the Maquoketa Cardinals. These two teams hate each other and who ever wins this game will have huge bragging right. It’s a Friday at Birney Field here in DeWitt, the Cardinals get to pick the side of the coin for the coin flip.

It has been a long time since hooligans from Fairview stole the trophy and Medicine Lake School's locks have been upgraded by the new Tom Green administration. The old locks have been replaced with expensive and unpickable Abloy cylinders and all glass windows are now alarmed. Nevertheless, despite all the extra security, various items have begun missing from the school for no clear reason. One day, about a third of the computer keyboards are nowhere to be found. The next day, half the clocks are gone. The day after that, someone has taken all the speakers out of the ceiling on the west side. Having a reputation as the guy who got the stolen trophy back from Fairview, I get a call from Tom Green.

A shadow casted itself over the tattered menu in Addison’s hand as she shifts her gaze to the figure standing over her. An overwhelming sensation embodies her as she meets the spellbinding green eyes that stare back. The bottle green eyes that dance with gold flecks were once her grounding point yet now look so alien. Her gaze drifts along his features, taking in each of them as though he was a painting she was seeing for the first time. A painting that had been so carefully crafted yet seemed so effortless with his slightly crooked nose and flawlessly tousled hair. A small smirk playfully tugs at the corner of his lips as he slides into the battered booth seat across from her.

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Fast forward to now. The second-grader is now a tenth-grader. Everything has changed. People murmur about what happened at the party last weekend and how wasted everyone was. They combat any comment made to them with the same response, “We’re in high school, we’re supposed to have fun! Why are you being so lame?”

Rain splattered my car window as the windshield wipers whipped furiously back and forth. I clenched my jaw and whipped around a bend. I was beyond angry. Today, in the second week of the senior year, had felt like the worst day of my life.

Sunlight is beaming through the window as the alarm clock beeps louder and louder. The first day jitters have begun. Just a little over two months ago, fourth grade came to an end for Emily and summer vacation began. But, where did the summer go? Long days spent at the beach buried in the sand; seem like a distant memory. Fifth grade has become the reality and being a middle school student is still sinking in.

It is mine. The golden sun that shines and kisses the tops of my shoulders. The wisps of white clouds traveling within a baby blue sky. The gentle breeze that coils itself around my arms providing relief from the warming sun. The sapphire sea and its serene waves rolling gently out to shore onto the finely grained sand. It is all mine.

Moreover, children’s laughs and toddler’s excitable shrieks echo across the auditorium, indicating the group’s achievement in touching a crowd of all ages. Techniques to engage the audience are utilized such as the care-free and young-spirited “babble-talk” between the friends, the group member’s impersonations and silly voices that synchronize with other actions of the cast, and the scene involving the game “Marco-Polo” during the hysterical sleepover. In addition to attempts to involve the crowd, the cast is able to personally relate to Penn State students through means of comments such as “Go Nittany Lions” as the performer proceed to act as a football player and lunge into a sleeping bag. Also, wild parties and racy dance moves such as twerking and riding on one of the member’s backs, rehashes the idea of innocent play. The joyful demeanor and ability to enthusiastically bond with the audience leaves viewers elated, drawing beaming smiles at the conclusion of the

Please no eating in class. Turn off your cell phone and please do not do anything to disturb class or I will find you and serve you after school detention.” Walking in I did not know what to expect. This was the first part of the play that make me laugh. I loved the energy of the actors. They ran out and began singing. Not only were the dance moves impressive but their voices were beautiful as they sung together. It was a

It was 7:30 in the morning, I could still hear my music BEATING loud in my headphones while I was sleeping peacefully. Then, my headphones were ripped off of my head! I was mad as a hornet getting swat! I roared as loud as a lion “put my headphones back on my head right now before I get mad!!!!!!!!!” I then noticed my big mistake as I pulled off my blanket and turned around. My dad was standing there with his arms crossed. Then I said “oh……..sorry dad I thought that you were Kala.”

The sweetly, disgusting smell of vape juice filled the air and the sight of my new classes burned my eyes, but that wasn't the only problem. My new school was like a college campus, it had three schools about a hundred yards away from each other and the students had to walk between the buildings just to get to some of their classes, but that's only half of it. Being the newest, Plymouth High School was nice, but the problem with this school was that it was designed like a prison, not to mention it also felt like one. The oldest, Salem, definitely showed its age; the school colors were blue and white, but for some reason, the lockers were a nasty yellow with rust spots all over them, so in other words they looked like moldy cheese. Last but

On the farm, where I, Emu Krayze, live, lives not only my family, but also a great number, about twenty, of chicken. You see, that is the problem. My whole family, including parents, aunts, uncles, cousins, and even siblings, are chicken. But me? I am just an ordinary, old fashioned emu, who does no good. I often fear that I was adopted! I have tried everything to transform myself into a chicken, or at least look like one, but can never manage to do it.

Through someone’s aspect, it could be considered as the most efficient communicating tool of human being. On the other hand, some people may treat it as an irreplaceable expression of their emotion. Objectively speaking, “words” could definitely be concluded in both ways above, but in my opinion, using words is a privilege and honor. I use words to gain knowledge and words give me all kinds of possibilities of understanding new stuff when I intend to enhance my personal abilities.