Katherine T. 07/06/12 Monday/Wednesday ENC 1101 6:30pm "Locked Jaw" - Descriptive Essay It was a cool sunny Sunday afternoon‚ with the most perfect weather I ever saw in hot and damp Miami to have lunch. I thought to myself‚ “this day couldn’t be any better” because my boyfriend brought home my favorite lunch‚ the weather was flawless and we we’re enjoying a great weekend together after a long hard week of work and school! Crunchy Cordon Bleu chicken‚ green ceaser salad‚ hot tomato
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Kelsey 8 October 2013 Descriptive Paper The Intoxicated Drunks “Why am I naked? Why my throat is sore and why is there puke all over me? Where am I right now and why am I here?” These are the types of question that an intoxicated person usually find themselves asking after they have been drinking the night prior. Strolling into the after prom party‚ pass midnight; my friends and I enter through these gigantic mahogany doors into a house from the 21st century one that looks like Tony Starks’
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descriptive essay house on fire The House on Fire That cold night of December 2004 had left behind a memory which will stay in my mind for a never ending period of time. That night was not the same as the rest of the days in my life. Instead of going to bed‚ that night I was standing in the middle of the road‚ in complete terror. My heartbeat was accelerating
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quite hesitant because of the amount of work that will be expected to be completed in just a few weeks. However‚ I learned a lot about the different artist and how they use hip hop‚ poetry‚ dance art to express their feelings in their work. I also learned the meaning of dance‚ according to Camille Brown dance is a language. While dancing‚ it becomes a way of communicating through movement without words. I also learned about two important African American women‚ Gertude and Bessie Smith and their
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Ddirk Mrs. K English 9 A October 24‚ 2012 Descriptive Essay The look of glee on people faces is the look that you might expect from a child on Christmas day. Why this look? They are on the most amazing place on earth truly it’s a gift from God Himself the “beach”. The beach is a quiet and peaceful place but at the same time it can be so noisy because the number of people that are on this beach is as if the new iphone 5 is being
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Ouch! It Burns!- a descriptive essay It was New Year’s Eve back home in the Philippines. I was only 6 years old‚ short‚ thin and clumsy. With my favorite striped pink shorts and white tank top with a Care Bears print on‚ I rushed outside our apartment to join other kids light some fireworks. People everywhere on our neighborhood were lighting their own fireworks and firecrackers. The sky that was usually dark was now filled with different colors of light – yellow‚ red‚ green‚ blue‚ white‚
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mirrors all around‚ even on the ceiling; the tables were covered in all white table cloths with a small blue centerpiece to match the quinceañera’s dress; there were probably more balloons than there was people and the chandelier in the center of the dance floor brought the whole place together with its luxurious dripping crystals. When it was time for my cousin to arrive‚ a long‚ white Hummer stretch limo dropped her and her chambelanes off. As she entered‚ she greeted the few guests that had already
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Alex Fulton Descriptive essay GSW 1110 “The rush” As the clicking noise of the not so steady ski-lift chimes away‚ I hold on tightly‚ looking down at the people below. This being my first time doing anything in or around snow‚ I was very excited to be going snowboarding. While the ski-lift jerked back and forth my friend Corey enlightened me on the tips for staying alive while I went down the hill. I was trying to pay attention but I was just so eager to snowboard that his tips weren’t registering
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Descriptive essay #1 There are few relationships in my life that could compare to the complexity of the relationship that I share with my father. I grew up hearing stories of his childhood when he grew up in a military family with eleven brothers and sisters‚ moving from state to state in the deep humid south. I grew up idolizing him because of the crazy wacky adventures that he and his older brother (his best friend) would always be involved in. I always pictured myself in his brother’s shoes
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mixing pot of Rolling Meadows. Drama in Orchesis is like an extinct species that will never come back into existence. I just love the way I am ridiculed for a dance I create or an opinion I formulate in my head. It makes me feel warm inside like cuddling with my life size teddy bear. I love the way that I am told what is wrong with my dance followed by a nice roll of the eyes. The way that people holler out over my voice almost as if I am just a microscopic mouse yearning for attention‚ warms my heart
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