Chandell Gabler English 099-22-Intro to College Writing 9:05-10:15 am Professor Braxton-Robinson/Professor Sheffield Assignment: Write a Descriptive Essay describing a storm you have witnessed. The storm I witnessed was Hurricane Sandy. When I first heard of the hurricane I thought it wouldn’t be as bad as some people were prediciting‚ but as the storm approached I certainly changed my mind. As we sat in the house it became very real how bad the storm was going to be. It was scary to
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| Descriptive Essay | Rough draft | | Gatewood‚ Jasmine | 10/12/2012 | Myself: Person Hello kitty collection thing Homemade spaghetti food Downtown Dallas place Jasmine Gatewood English 0331.2 Ms. Fischel 10/12/12 Description Essay Downtown Dallas home of the dart and the drug dealers on every corner‚ my friends and I used to visit regularly to have a nice chipotle dinner. When you are hear you cannot help but‚ visit the many food places‚ and cultural
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Descriptive Essay Hearts were racing‚ twelve to be exact‚ lungs were being constricted tighter and tighter with every second that went by‚ joints were being pushed to their limits as their limbs stretched the farthest they could reach‚ and yet these twelve people were still able to ignore their injuries. All they revealed was happiness. There was no pain to be seen. No acknowledgement of misery because they all knew they only had those two minutes and thirty seconds to give it their all. Any sense
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Icesus Holland Brenda White English 101 16 September 2013 Descriptive Essay The beach is one of the most beautiful places in the world. Before visiting‚ I had only been to the four states‚ which is the stringy grassy fields‚ the forest of trees‚ the smelly white and black cows and pink curly tailed pigs. See I had never seen any other states but Missouri‚ Kansas‚ Oklahoma‚ and Arkansas. I love the picture in my head but it was nice to finally see something different. When my boyfriend
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Ivory Koehn 9/10/2010 Descriptive Essay Under The Raised Hand Prologue When I was a young girl learning about life and love‚ I always thought that some man would sweep me off my feet and it was my fate to be with him and only him. My mother was not a big fan of love and fate. She didn’t have a very good history of guys and relationships. She would always tell us love was not a reality and we should find someone with a lot of money. My mother is a strong feminist woman and I tried as hard
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In the winter of sixth grade me and my family had gone on a ski trip at MT. Hood. So far everything was going great I was finally getting the hang of snowboarding because it was my first year. Snowboarding was a little scary but I was very scared of the ski lift I don’t really know why but i was very scared to get off of it. Later that day i did not know that my fear of ski lifts was about to get a way lot worse. I was riding on the ski lift when all of the sudden I noticed my hair was stuck. The
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The wind blew in my face as the fresh fallen snow was packed and hardened‚ leaving a perfect trail for snowboarding. As a novice snowboarder racing probably wasn’t a great idea but as a ten year old boy I could care less. The race began at the top of the mountain where the ski lift drops people off‚ and then begin the descend down the mountain slowly at first then speeding up quickly. My snowboarding
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College Writing 2 October 2012 Descriptive Essay A compact two-door car might not mean a lot to someone‚ but to me‚ working and improving my car is my favorite thing to do. When I am not inside my house or hanging out with my friends‚ you’ll be sure to find me working or cleaning my car. For most people‚ leaving their car stock is passable for their needs‚ but to me it’s not. My car is modified which makes it one of a kind. My car consists of its exterior‚ interior‚ and performance level
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Composition 2 Descriptive Although worn out and beaten thin‚ my favorite t-shirt reigns supreme. Its rugged exterior presents a shabby disposition. Many new t-shirts have found their way into the velvet lined drawers of my antique armoire. None stand in comparison against the weathered softness of my favorite t-shirt. Folds of cotton threads have been pulled and stretched from their original contour. Nevertheless‚ its flaws are cherished. Block letters that once read Nike are barely recognizable
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Descriptive paper Mercedez 1 How It Feels To Be in a Live Poker Tournament About five years ago I used to date this guy‚ whose mother loved to go to the casino. When I first heard about her going‚ I just couldn’t understand why she would get so excited about going there. She would come home and say how she had the best time and how she got so lucky. She claimed that her son would give her luck and other small things that she would do‚ to claim she received luck that night. I would just look
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