Descriptive Writing

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.

Awaking from my daze to peer out the large, sweeping windows of the tour bus. Speeding past me is the Normandy countryside located on France's northern coast. After driving for an hour, we appear to be slowing down. The tour guide, Gilles, speaks over the intercom in his accented English describing the medieval structures of the town we are approaching. From a distance it appears to be a tourist haunt. Honfleur is a beautiful town that is different from anywhere else in the world.

It is a sweltering day, in Arizona and no one is in sight. Everyone is either in the water or inside enjoying the cool air-conditioner. Peeps who is just a tiny little sparrow comes out of his tiny birdhouse and notices no one is outside. After searching around to make sure it okay. He then flies down to the beach to look for some left over food. Peeps then spots an old peanut butter and jelly sandwich and begins to munching down. Peeps was as hungry as a stray dog with no home.

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The Descriptive Writing task in Unit 3 is worth 7.5% of the subject award and is marked out of 20. The mark given for each of the examples provided is supported by comments related to the criteria given in the specification for (i) Content & Organisation; (ii) Sentence Structure, Punctuation & Spelling. A notional grade is indicated in each case, based on the way that the same mark scale for Writing has been used in the past, and consistent with the uniform mark scale which will be used in the future to report results. However, it is important to note that in practice grade boundaries are determined when units are awarded, and that prior to this individual students’ marks are subject to

I sat in the auditorium of my elementary school waiting for my name to be called. It was the day of my fifth grade farewell ceremony rehearsals. Our Principal breezed through the names of my classmates, when she got to my classes’ list my name was first. She paused and squinted at the paper as if the font had gotten smaller. She moved the paper closer and pushed her glasses on the tip of her nose. “Hannah... I’m not going to say your last name because I am going to butcher it.” I was instantly filled with embarrassment and I became choked up as I tried to help her pronounce my African last name.

On the warm October of twenty fifteen I visited the wintry mountains of Colorado. Telluride is the name of the town. Surrounded by the San Juan Mountains just a few hours from exciting Durango, Colorado. It took me thirteen hours of driving through Texas, New Mexico, and parts of Colorado to reach my destination. When I at long last arrived, the snow was covering the streets like a white cover. The excellent setting of extraordinary mountains, pine trees, streams, and lakes was likewise cover in snow. Driving through the main roads of Telluride was a delightful experience.

I finally wake up to my ear wrenching alarm clock. Gosh I hate that thing, it gets so annoying. I threw my blankets off of me to the foot of my bed with most of it on the floor. I got up and basically dragged my body to the bathroom. I turned on the shower to only find ice cold water, again since my mom keeps taking all the hot water. Once I took an ice cold shower, I wrapped a towel around my body and got out, with my dripping wet brown hair falling right in top of my shoulders. I went into my bedroom to face a 30 minute battle of trying to find what to wear for the day. After many fails I finally settled over a plain white tanktop with a florescent pink cardigan, light blue rolled up jeans and white vans.

I really don't care for this time of year. It's muddy, rainy, cold, warm, snow, sleet, sunny dry.You name it and we get it. Take yesterday it was sunny and 71 out . Loved it. Now today it's 45 and raining. Hate it. But that is what you get living in S.E. Indiana.

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RIINNGGG. The alarming sound coming from the school bell interrupted my nap as I had been sleeping through a lengthy lecture about Ludwig Van Beethoven. I looked out the window, seeing the long, gray clouds covering the sky. I guessed that it might rain sooner or later. I yawned softly, quickly glancing around to make sure no one noticed that I had taken a snooze the whole period.

Have you ever felt extreme pain before? The type of pain that brings you to your knees, howling out in pain? When I got stung by a jellyfish, I felt that type of pain.

“Is EN100 a useful class to take?,” this was a question I got asked by a junior at my school. They were looking for classes to take next year; I told them that it was an abundant amount of writing, but it was a great class to take. I went on to explain to them, that taking it in high school would be easier and cheaper than in college. Beginning to explain to them that it helped me grow as a writer and helped improve my English vocabulary, I realized it helped a whole lot. Throughout the first semester of school, we had to write essays over four different topics. These included informative, observation, reflection, and descriptive essays. I told them about my experiences while writing with these certain types of essays. This is what I said:

As the glossy doors of the stifling elevator closed shut, I squeezed a large, glowing button that held an image of an upwards arrow. Listening to the humdrum jazz music on my way to the thirteenth floor, my long forehead began to produce droplets of sweat and tears, for the walls of the elevator were closing in on me. In order to calm my fretful senses, I began fiddling with the silver buckles on my briefcase, until a deafening crash entered my ears. The booming sound filled the room once more, this time causing my body to hit the hard ground. Suddenly, the motion of the elevator came to a halt, generating a fuse of the ceiling lights. Across from the silver doors, I noticed three mysterious beings, who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. A man with big, dark eyes and an oversized trench coat stared into my very soul, as he resembled a vampire. An elderly woman, wearing a hat and scarf, cackled like a menace each time the elevator clashed. In the left corner, sat another man, with a bloody shirt and a wicked temper. My heart, beating faster than a set of drums, started to ache as I looked around at my inmates. Brooding and staring, each looked at me as if I were a savage animal. Trying to start a friendly conversation, my mouth uttered, “How long do you think we will be in here?” No response. The elevator was so quiet that a dropping pin could be heard.

Digging her toes in the warm sand IlSeok soaked in the hues of reds and yellows as the sun sunk into the ocean. A humid breeze ruffed her long dark hair making her feel like she could fly with the birds diving over the water. She was an Island Princess dressed in a silk ball gown complete with elbow length white gloves and a tiara. Holding the light fabric out against the wind aware this was one of their play dresses all grown up.