Descriptive Essay

Determination On the first day of summer in 2010, I encountered a life changing event. It was a cool damp evening after the last day of school, and we were having a barbeque at my neighbors house. My best friends Tony and Sarah lived there and we had plans to stay the first night of summer in their aunts tiny old pop-up camper. We all were sitting on their patio on the cold and clammy tile, laughing, telling stories, and eating. My neighbor, Tom, had grilled hot dogs, and Mary and my Mother had

The saxophone jazz and chatter from inside creepily faded into the dark streets. I was lurking outside the bar and quickly pacing back and forth against the window. I looked up and down the empty and dark street before quickly pausing to stare into the bar window. The room glowed between the broken blinds. I searched carefully, standing on my toes to see the full expanse of the room. People were dancing against each other, laughing and spilling drinks. Everyone orbited around a band in the middle

Every human culture has a system of language, which has similar grammatical rules and design, which change and adapt depending on cultural, social, or geographic context. Traditionalists believe language is an unchanging symbolic system with a set of rules that students learn at school (Gardner, 2017a). Lyons (1995) describes language as a conventional system. Similarly, Chomsky (1957) claims language has a set of sentences that have either finite or infinite elements. Likewise, Clark (1996,

The school was indeed an escape, and I had thanked god privately for Brendon Larson. I remember his personality vividly; his light humor and big glasses curved my lips for nearly the whole class. Especially anatomy and pathology, who knew the dull human body, could be so funny. He was generous with his happiness and sprayed a thin layer of hope on all of us from the front of the room. I used his humor as an anesthetic from the spiritual growing pains I was encountering. Brendon, from the south,

I lift myself up and as soon as my feet touch the floor my body gets the chills of a cold hard wood floor. I man up and walk over to my little “office desk” and turn of the alarm, there was only the silence of nature's music. I took a moment to listen to the music and sighed to myself, a content sigh. I look back at the clock and it now says 5:35 AM time to get ready. I walk over to my closet door and put on the outfit from the boutique I’ve officially named the outfit Courtney. I opened the door

“Il y a des fleurs partout pour qui veut bien les voir, Henry Matisse,” or as google translate told me, “There are flowers everywhere for those who want to see them.” That had been the first line of the first letter. I remember every detail of the letter, as if I had found it in my faded yellow mailbox just this morning. How could I not? This letter had changed my life forever. I was having a particularly wearying morning that day, as people with both diabetes and kidney failure often do. I had

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. The

I'm going to describe a girl for you, try to keep up. Long light brown hair, vintage classy glasses, one lonely dimple on the lower part of her mouth, soft pale skin, stone cold stare, and a dry sense of humor. Can you picture her? Well if you can, then you’ve basically just met me. I usually try to force a smile, wait no scratch that– I used to try to force a smile. Now I'm not saying this so that you can view me as unhappy or negative, but in all fairness who has a smile as their natural way of

In my twenty-one years, I’ve taken some amazing vacations to some absolutely, beautiful places. These places, however, pale in comparison to Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. I can remember being a young child and taking my first true, out-of-state vacation there. Since then, my family and I have gone there almost every year. Perhaps that is why I feel such a deep connection to this breathtaking spot. The most fascinating part of Myrtle Beach is just that; the beach. The weather in the summertime makes

Hot sand specs, wet dirt, some scrapes, minor bleeding and burns mixed with sweat can be seen glistening on top of my forearms as I gripped the sensitive butterfly trigger of the “Ma Deuce.” Hundreds of expended brass cartridges and links falling off the hood and roof of the truck sound as if Santa’s sleigh has made it to the neighborhood. Even though, the internal radio communications are squelching between member’s inside our truck, those truck commanders from the other three trucks, and the SCIF