Descriptive Narrative

As I jump off the pontoon, I feel the freezing water surround my body. I'll slip on the boots of the skis and grab the handlebar. Releasing my grip, I put one thumb up into the wind to signal I’m ready to go. Suddenly there is a tug on the rope, and I’m being dragged through the water. Pressing the skis against the cold water, I can finally stand up above the waves. The boat pulls me around the bend of the lake, and the view of all the enormous cabins is thrilling. The seniors on the campground beach will clap and stand up from their Adirondack chairs to wave or whistle. As my legs begin to feel tired, I wave one last time and let go of the handlebar. I can feel my body quickly sink down into the water; the life jacket on my chest will be

(Q1) Beck illustrated an overview of wetland policy in America. He initially sought to show the changing attitudes of citizens to become a more “pro-wetland” nation. He shows that although our attitudes have changed substantially since the 1700s, more than 100 million acres of land have been lost and are likely to increase due to outside pressures and loopholes of legislation. In the future, American will have to work with these components in order to create programs to mitigate for much of the wetland loss across the country.

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.

He grasped me firmly as he walked towards a big silver cylinder. As we got closer, I could see the boiling water inside the cylinder. I tried to escape, but the man’s grip was too strong. He dropped me in, and the scalding water tore through my skin. I screamed out in pain, but no one could hear me. I was stuck in that big cylinder of boiling water with no escape. After a while, I let the water take me underneath sue that I wasn’t going to see daylight again.

The sun glares at me, burning me even more as I look out onto the ocean. The water looks like a blanket of diamonds, making me grin easily. Thinking of the treasure out there, my toes curl into the sand, feeling the rough texture prod me even more. My tanned, muscled arm wraps around the smooth surface of my white surfboard, giving me a rush of adrenaline for what is to come.

Already the air felt cooler. It had been one sweltering day and Samuel didn't want to speak more of it. His clothes were covered in a thin layer of dust, his feet were close to blistering in his boots, and his body ached like crazy.

The navy blue water was almost black and a smooth stone stretching toward the horizon. The horizon was barely visible, but the fading sunset was still barely visible. The moon was full and bright. Stars filled the sky and the water like holes in a black blanket. My feet were bare, but my body was covered with a short black dress that barely covering my upper thigh. The sand was soft and cool. It felt refreshing. I had no reason to move because I was content with the view I had. I stood where I was and looked out at the bright moon and the stone and the sky.

There was a couple of days left of summer and my family and I were all wanting to get to the beach one last time. Tiscornia was at a comfortable temperature. The lake was not. Lake Michigan was at it’s coldest point all year along with being a little wavy, but that wasn’t going to stop me from enjoying myself.

The sun scorched throughout the courts. Children entertained themselves throwing water balloons to each other to relief the intense heat meanwhile my body felt it was in a sauna, nevertheless, it was the appropriate weather to exercise. I was accompanied by my friends and began

The sun beats down on me. The torrid asphalt beneath my shoes radiates through my feet making them feel sluggish and slow. The sweat is pure turmoil and torments me in great drops of salt and exhaustion. It stings my eyes and my burnt skin and gives my body an uncomfortable sticky, slippery sensation that seems to boil under the hot sunlight. Every muscle in my body is swollen with lactic acid.

As we reached the stream, my campmates scattered out and frolicked gleefully in the ice-cold water. Seeking to avoid the noise and confusion, I departed from the group and made my own way a little further upstream. I took off my socks and shoes, roll ed up my jeans, and waded through the rushing frigid water to a flat boulder that was positioned in the center of the stream. The cool air that ascended from the mountain water bathed my muggy skin. My senses were awakened and became alive. Like a spon ge, I sat there and soaked up everything I could.

I caught up with my friends, worked on service projects, made crafts, and enjoyed the beauty of nature. To me, camp has always like a refresh button in my life, It lets me put my overloaded schedule on hold for a while. It is my breath of fresh air in a world I sometimes felt I was suffocating in. But when the topic of repelling came up among my eager friends, that feeling diminished. I kept telling myself that I didn’t have to if I didn’t want to, but there was still a trace of doubt.

The sounds of the city at night mix with the laughter of my friends. Taxis honking, subways rushing under your feet, and buses rumbling, all carrying their cargo of dead-tired, empty-minded passengers, following the daily routine until they reach their doorstep. For once, I 'm not one of them, not riding my train after a long day at school, brain set to automatic. Today, I am wide awake, soaring a thousand miles high.

Deforestation is a major global problem with serious consequences to the planet. These consequences have a negative effect on the climate, biodiversity, the atmosphere and threatens the cultural and physical survival of life. Deforestation is the permanent destruction of indigenous forests and woodlands. It has resulted in the reduction of indigenous forests to four-fifths of their pre-agricultural area, so that now indigenous forests cover only 21% of the earth's land surface. The world Resources Institute regards deforestation as one of the worlds most pressing land use problem.

Musicians and artists when making music may say anything they want too in their songs without repercussion because it’s protected by the first amendment under the free speech clause, yet can only be used as evidence in a criminal trial if it has a strong nexus attached to it. The free speech clause of the First Amendment should protect offensive speech not only because people have the right to speak their minds, but it results in a more democratic society. My opinion about free speech is that offensive language is protected under the first amendment, unless it incites a riot, threatens national security, or causes any type of direct violent response caused by the offensive speech.