Descriptive Person Essay

Person Description Essay
Description of person
A girl who is playing the doll who appears dusty with a pink dress, but the colour has slightly faded
off with a ripped bow on the side. She also has blonde hair with two pony tails.
Setting
A wooden shelf background is placed at the back of the stage indicating a nursery room throughout
the entire monologue. The lighting is fairly dim all through the monologue representing a dark
room. The monologue also has no sounds signifying that she's in a quiet room.
Collecting Dust
There is a doll in a room who is sitting on a shelf in a nursery room. Bailee, a little girl has forgotten
about the doll after receiving a new one. The doll is...show more content...
Why did you leave me? She doesn't even understand how tough it is for me to look at her play with
her other toys. I'm always sitting here every day staring at this blank wall.
[Slowly moves to BS, fiddling with her fingers] Several bears have been pushed in the cupboard
[points to right corner] and those toys have been place in that box over there [looks to the other
corner as she pouting in disbelief though she talks calmly] Now listen to me, the first day I came
here everything was so fun and wonderful. Those three amazing months was a blast!! She would
play with me every single day. We did most things together and she loved it.
[Sighs, moves to CS] She was my everything. I even went to her school once and it was the best
day ever! [pause] I was her best friend...I was always there for her through her sad and happy days.
She would tell me her secrets, and everything – I didn't even tell the toys in the room.
[Walks slow to DL, slowly swaying her dress side to side] But, that one stormy night, Bailee's papa
got her a new toy and my life was no longer wonderful and spectacular [Silence as she looks down
at the floor as she stomps her feet] Funny because I don't even have a proper name! Most of her
toys have names! The doll in front of me is named, Frankie. That doll over there with that hideous
dress is named, Carly. I'm just called as "her" [Talking slows down] Naming me is not the most
difficult thing to do... Bailee will
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Descriptive Personal Experience Essay
So, there I sat, seat G4 on the train headed to nowhere. I didn't have a destination; I never really
did. I guess that's just the type of person I was, someone who just hopped on a train for the ride. I
always liked trains. I don't know what it was about them, but for some reason or another, I always
found myself lounging in the same spot drinking hot cocoa. People always said that hot chocolate
"was only for kids" but I never got that; I had a pretty strong distaste for coffee. Honestly, I hate it,
the way it makes your teeth gritty to the point where you need something else to drink. I can't even
enjoy a cup unless it's lighter than my own skin tone, which, by the way, is pretty pale. I mean I
wouldn't call myself pasty but... Anyhow, it...show more content...
My mother raised me right, so I understood how wrong this was, but don't worry, nothing I had been
thinking was going to leave my thick skull. Most of the people on the train were older women with
their children, but next to me was a man. His eyes, like mine, matched his hair in blackness.
However creepy, I always found this feature refreshing, in the way that one finds a black cat. I
named this man Frank and created a story for him when another man caught my eye. It was his
coat. It was an expensive Ted Baker peacoat which was impressive for how young he was. I
worked out frequently and could tell by his body that he had been skipping leg day. His chest,
however, was ridiculously huge, almost as if it wasn't even real. My eyes drifted towards the
right of the train. I began to critique a young blonde when the man with the jacket began to walk
in my direction. He was walking fast, darting straight to the bathroom when his coat flap floated
up. I couldn't believe what I saw; it looked like a homemade bomb strapped to his chest. Spending
the next few minutes convincing myself that what I just saw wasn't what I thought it was, I began
to panic. Next thing I know, he's busting out of the bathroom with a gun and I was forced to
prepare for what was going to happen next. It didn't take long for everybody on the train to panic.
It rushed through each row as the sobs and cries made their way to every passenger. It was an
orchestra of agony and it

Descriptive Essay About My Best Friend
My best friend, I remember it was the first days of my senior year when I met my him, we had
1st, 3rd and 7th hour together. I saw him since the first day but I didn't talk to him at all, so after a
couple days in school he sat next to me, and I was like "He seems nice, I'm going to talk to him"
so I did, I remember he had a bracelet on his hand, and say "that's a nice bracelet" he looked at me
really bad like I was bothering him and he just say "thank you" and he moved his hand away, I
was so sad because I felt like he didn't liked me, so I didn't talk to him, I was like that's what I get
for trying to be nice. After a couple weeks he kept seating next to me, one day he started talking to
me and out of nowhere we became friends, he had so many things in common, the type of music we
listen, he has a great sense of humor, I just loved his personality. But he say that's not how things
happen, at least that's how I remember them.
I truly believe it was because of proximity that we became friends, because we interact with each
other, and after the first thirty minutes of talking to him, I felt so comfortable talking with him, if
he had never sat next to me probably I wouldn't met him. Approach behaviors played a big role in our
friendship because I saw that he was interested on getting to know me and I was so interested on him
too, after spend weeks getting information about him, his background and his interest, I considered
him my truthly friend and I can be myself around him.

Descriptive Essay About My Life
Life, it's a cruel, but funny thing. Life will throw you multiple obstacles just to get you to one
point, message, or lesson. It'll give you the most horrible situations, but give you an outcome of
happiness and love. This is what I went through. I went through an obstacle in life that showed
me that it's not worth it to be harsh, cruel, or mean to your loved ones or piers. This obstacle
showed me that we allow ourselves to let our emotions in the way of the truth and in the way of
love. This obstacle shaped me to be the person I am today. Now listen to why I give these reasons.
Why I say what I say. Listen to my story of how I came to be, through love, anger, frustrations, and
death. Maureen Xavier, the life of the party, the...show more content...
We all thought it was old age. Over the months she passed out 3 more times. Now I knew
something was wrong, everyone knew something was wrong. My grandmother wasn 't smiling as
much and had a face of pain, but that face was soon gone when someone stepped into the room. I
knew she was hiding something, I knew she wasn't letting us know how she was feeling. I went
to the hospital with my grandma multiple times, it was becoming a daily routine for me, but one
day was special. My grandmother, dad, grandfather, and I all went to the hospital to get my
grandmother checked out for once and for all. I remember sitting in the waiting room, watching
as my grandfather comes out with a face of worry. I asked what was wrong. It turns out my
grandmother had stage 4 colon cancer and it was bad. The cancer was so bad to the point that
chemotherapy couldn't fix it. I would sit on the couch watching my grandmother lay on the red
reclining chair that squeaked every time you moved, just staring at the TV. It was at this moment
when reality hit me, and it hit me hard. My grandmother who was practically my mother too was
extremely sick and is not going to get any better. I looked at her and everything changed in her
appearance. She no longer had the full head of brown hair, but a baldish head with grey hair. She
no longer had that full figure, but a sickly and bony, pale body. Her face didn't have a smile, but
when it did, it was forced. Looking at her, I

Descriptive Essay About Personality
1.Descriptive Essay Nothing But Personality It was my first day at the school, I got into the
building where I was going to live. My eyes searched carefully from the door of one bedroom to
that of another for my name which ought to have been pasted on the door of one of these
bedrooms. At last I found it. On stepping into the bedroom I found there was already a student who
was making her bed, She was thin, short and black–skinned. Her hair looked like a bundle of straw.
Her dirty clothes and lusterless eyes clearly indicated that she had a long journey. Her clothes
were made of cheap cloth. Her coat was too short, and the legs of her trousers were too loose. She
wore a pair of unfashionable rubber shoes. And all her looks made me feel that she did not look like
a smart girl. "A yokel," I concluded. The second she spoke, her accent told me that she was from
the south. "May I help you get your luggage from the office?" вЂЁI did not decline her help because
I really needed it. She was quick in movement. She walked out of the room and was soon far
ahead of me in the corridor. "A nice girl," I said to myself. "I will make friends with her." I hurried
and caught up with her. Sometimes outlook does not mean anything about personality. 2.Original
Poem I Hear The War I hear the rapid crackle of automatic gunfire in the darkness. It breaks the
silent, and the cold mist. As a lion is hunting a

Descriptive Essay About My Mother
No matter how hard life gets for me and how chaotic things can become there has always been one
person that I can turn to, my mom. She's been a wealth of advice to call on when I'm clueless and
a shoulder to cry on when I'm down. Her compassion for others inspires me to be a better person
as does the guidance she has given me over the years. She's not afraid to give me a reality check
and to tell me the things I don't want to hear even though I need to. She keeps me grounded and
teaches me to appreciate the smaller things in life. Even though my dad was still involved in my life
after my parents split up it was my mother who I primarily lived with and it was her who had the
greatest influence on my life growing up. Anyone who has known my...show more content...
Heaven help you if you do anything to endanger her family. My mom also does not go soft on her
kids; she can be a formidable disciplinarian when she wants to and will not hesitate to set us
straight when we broke the rules. She won't let anybody walk over her and is really quick to anger
if you try. My mother is strong–willed and stubborn; when she sets her mind to something almost
nothing will stop her and what an impossible feat it is to change her mind on something. She is
very impatient; when she wants something done she wants it done at this very moment, no later.
She is idealistic and she enjoys the simpler things that life has to offer. She loves nature and would
love nothing more than to be living in a cabin in the mountains while listening to country music.
She does not pay much attention to news happening outside her local area and prefers to focus on
what's happening in her immediate area. From my mother I have learned how to be the person that
I am today. Through her I have learned the importance of family and that it is paramount to spend
time with them while I still have it. Even now I try to spend time with my family when I have the
opportunity to. Form her I have learned compassion for those around me and for animals. Even

Descriptive Paragraph About My Family
My mom's name is Lisa and she was a PTA but is now a stay at home mom. My dad's name is
Luis and he was a chemical and nuclear engineer, but now owns his own business. I have 3 sisters:
Angie, Silencia, and Mahalia. I also have 3 brothers: Matthias, Geminiah, and Elshaddai. Angie
works with my dad to eventually take over the family business. The rest of my siblings are in
school except for Elshaddai who is only 3. My family expects me to be a good example to my
younger siblings and encourage them. To do this they also expect me to do well in school and in
athletics. My mom is a very outgoing, loud, and energetic person. My dad is also very outgoing
and loud, but he has more of a serious side to him. Angie is really fun, but she also has a more
relaxed personality. Mahalia is very loud, active, and argumentative. Silencia is the most soft–spoken
and relaxed out of everyone. Matthias is very outgoing, loud, and active. Geminiah and Elshaddai
are both loud and very active. I have good relationships with everyone in my family. I do have
small disagreements with my siblings sometimes, but we all love each other a lot. I had a very
unusual childhood, but it was still fun. My childhood was unusual because it involved a lot of
training but that's what we did together as a family, and growing up I had friends that did the same
thing and we all enjoyed it.
In grade school I competed in a lot of powerlifting meets and got to travel all over the country to
break world records. I missed

Descriptive Essay On Being Alone
Alone. My emotions all pertained to this word – : being neglected because I was different from
others. My prickly exterior caused people to overlook me. And my friends, let's just say I didn't
have any. I never had an intention to hurt anyone, but this was who I was and the reason for my
loneliness. As days, months, even years passed, people ignored the true beauty in me. I was
constantly left sitting alone in the cold, damp corner with no one to interact with. This was my
fate. My life was basically forlorn. I was going to be alone, forever. It wasn't until a sunny,
summer day when hope came in the form of hands picking me up from the dark place I was
sitting. It was the first time someone examined me! This boy, my new owner, had passion
gleaming from his eyes: he was waiting for this moment to pick me up and take me home. But
why me? Why after all this waiting has someone finally chose me? After all, there were plenty of
other plants at the store. Why a cactus? As he carried me back to his house I began to worry.
What if I was ignored and placed in the corner like at the store? There was a maelstrom of conflicts
and apprehensions inside me, but as we entered his home, it was empty. I was his first plant! Being
the first plant in a house was a privilege, and it was unbelievable that a plant as insignificant as me
was given this privilege. My owner's hospitality was endless: I was constantly fed water when
thirsty, fed fertilize r when hungry, and given enough sunlight when cold to grow. It was like he
could read my mind and gavegive me whatever I wanted, whenever I needed it. The feeling of
loneliness was fading away, and I felt as if I finally had someone who cared about me. Rather than
judging my current deamor like the rest of the customers, my owner saw my inner beauty, thus,
forming an unbreakable bond between us. Being a cactus made it hard for me to fit in with other
plants, yet after all the time I spent with my owner–or should I say caretaker– I felt that everything
was going to be fine, that was until... My caretaker began to gain a passion for other plants, and
when summer arrived there came a different plant every month ranging from trending tropical to
durable desert plants. His home was

Descriptive Essay About Stranger
Muen Wang Hour 6 Mr. Korek Ap Psychology Stranger Paper Strangers are everywhere, some
have even been sharing a class with me all throughout high school so far. Yet, I have never really
bothered to noticed them. However, during the past few days in Ap Psychology, I have observed
someone that's been a stranger to me for years and learned some interesting facts about them as a
person. My stranger, Jake Allen, appears to be very confident in his appearance, athletic,
fashionable, popular, and cares about school. The evidence that backs up this assumption is present
in the clothing he wears, his behavior in class, and through his social media. Many times clothing
becomes a way for teengers to express themselves, especially on the first day...show more content...
First, his social media account is not private, like most other students. Every post he has uploaded
is on display for everyone to see, which shows that Jake is self assured about his social image.
Even though he only has thirty posts, he has three hundred followers. His newest posts received
over one hundred likes and multiple comments. This shows popularity is indeed something he
has, confirming my theory from above. All the pictures look very professional, which reveals
again he greatly cares about the way he presents himself. In one posts, Jake holds a surfboard with
the caption "try something new. you will amaze yourself with what you are capable of", from
this it is implied he has never surfed before. Not only does this post show Jake is alright with
going out of his comfort zone and attempting something brand new, but he is also very athletic.
From last years boys' volleyball JV 1 roster, I found Jake Allen 's name. This shows that he takes
time and keeps himself in shape. By making it into JV 1, it shows he is very dedicated and
responsible. Not only does he practice a lot to maintain his skill level in volleyball, he also had to
balance school work with the sport. His posture in class also revealed many things about him as a
person. Jake Allen is always slouched down and does not move very often, presenting himself as a
very laid back person. Unlike some people who twitch in their seat, he

Descriptive Essay About Sadness
Sadness. Some people will say they learned how to drive this summer, or they learned how to
waterski. But I learned what sadness is.
My mum and I spent two weeks with my grandfather and grandmother this summer. I knew my
grandfather's health was failing. I knew he wasn't doing well. But I had absolutely no conception
of how bad it was. He couldn't take ten steps without yelping in pain. He couldn't do much of
anything by himself. Those two weeks were spent helping my grandparents any way I possibly
could, carrying my grandfather 's walker places, and playing endless games of scrabble with him.
My grandfather is the best scrabble player I have ever met. Every time I had visited him, we had
played at least once a day and he would beat me...show more content...
My eyes were clouded over and I just kept hearing the words that the principal had said over and
over again. He had passed away. I didn't even know him well, but the idea that he could just be gone
terrified me. Now it was happening to my grandfather.
"How can someone just be gone?" I pleaded with my mum, but probably more with God than her.
"How can someone be here one day, and then gone the next?' Tears began to fill my eyes and
cloud my vision. "How is it that someone dies when their body fails them? How is it that one day
Grandad will be gone, and I won't be able to talk to him anymore, or call him, or play scrabble with
him? It's just not fair!"
I collapsed into tears while my mum pulled over. We just sat there for a while, both hugging each
other and crying our eyes out. There was so much sadness in me. It was like a black hole,
swallowing me up from the inside. It was an intense form of grief that I had never felt before. I
would cry and feel my whole body shaking, tears coming out of my eyes, but my soul also gasping
inside of me, trying to throw out that black hole, but instead getting consumed.
My mum's face streamed with tears. "I feel the same way," she whispered before falling into heart
wrenching sobs, the same sobs that had been haunting me for months, as she had been crying over
her dad's

Describe My Favorite Person
To speak two different languages is such an impressive trait to have. One of my best friends is
bilingual and she amazes me; her name is Evelyn Grajales and I met her four years ago. I was
eleven when we first met and she was ten. Evelyn lives in Montevideo, Uruguay which is one of
my favorite places. I made the long and dreadful trip back there when I was thirteen. Going back
was like a gigantic family reunion. I went back for the third time just a month ago, this time being
fifteen years old. In a peculiar way, it feels like we have grown up together. Getting to visit her,
her inspiring family, and prodigious church has been one of the most encouraging things in my
life. I had the privilege to sing with her and a few others this time when I visited. Turns out,
Evelyn has the voice of an angel; it is so thick and powerful. Of course she claims she can't sing at
all, but she is too humble to admit she can. Speaking of humble leads me to her next trait. It is
insane how humble her and her family are. They all have countless talents, but would never take
the glory to honor themselves. Their goal is to make sure all of the praise and glory goes straight
to God; The One who gave them the ability to perform these talents. Evelyn is gorgeous. She has
the most luscious, brown, and wavy hair. Her hair is as soft as a feather. She also has the biggest
and brightest smile. When she walks into a room, everyone notices her overflowing beauty. Evelyn
is influential. Her unique and

Descriptive Essay About Personal Experience
Fear, guilt, happiness, and anger are emotions which individuals can be struck with at the most
unexpected time, but as human beings, we have experienced all of these feelings a plethora of
times over the course of life. Emotions and feelings are the results of one's actions that lead to
situations. The way an individual acts, speaks, or even discerns can lead to circumstances and
ultimately trigger emotions, which in the end, possibly provide you with a valuable lesson.
The glorious summer of 2008 resulted from the sun and air's collaboration to fulfill my desire to
have balmy weather. The trees composedly swayed while the neighborhood kids played and giggled
around them, and their parents prepared for work. In the midst of this, I woke...show more content...
I got very restless as she opened for business, since I didn't know how to spend my time, I lead my
feet to the coolers located on the far opposite side of the checkout area that were filled with
different types of waters and juices. Although I was tempted to pick out a juice, I chose a
strawberry flavored water, and I decided to save the juice for later. With my drink, I happily walked
to the candy aisle that was in between the tobacco and cigarette aisles. My eyes couldn 't locate the
KitKat wafers, my all–time favorite chocolate bar. As a result, I dragged myself back to the comfort
of my chair empty handed. I felt like a sportsperson who just came home defeated from a
championship game. My eyes ogled at the rack, from a great distance, while my heart wept and
yearned for the treat. My mind, the biggest asset of my body, told my muscles to reevaluate the
aisle. With a small ray of hope buried deep in my heart, I swiftly and carefully ran to the rack and
inspected the candies again. The nervousness on my face made me lethargic as I inspected each of
the boxes of candies. After a thorough investigation, I finally found a large box filled with the
sweet and savory Kitkats hiding on the bottom shelf of the rack. My over excited heart started
celebrating, while my mind remembered to seek permission. With my childlike innocence, I
approached my mom and asked her by faking a naive look,

Descriptive Essay About Myself
I find it extremely tough to talk about myself and my personal traits. In order for me to dIscuss
who I am in an accurate manner then I must provide some basic background information on
myself and talk about the Environment I grew up in. This way people can get a better
understanding of why I am the way I am. My Background is so essential In making me myself
because If I had been born under any different circumstances or grew up any differently I would be
a different person than I am today. I was born inAberdeen Scotland but raised in Fort Bend County
Texas. Aberdeen and Fort Bend both have great opportunities but differ in many ways. One way in
which they differ is that Fort Bend is very culturally diverse while in Aberdeen most of...show more
content...
Her family communicates to one another using spanish or sometimes english. I have always
grown up in a family that speaks only english so I find it interesting to go over to other people's
houses and hear them communicating in another language. On top of all of this meeting different
people has also opened my mind to new ideas. For example, in school when we work in group
projects we collaborate and communicate with people who think differently than us then work
together to figure out whose ideas will work the best and how to improve them.
Another factor that plays a part in why I am shaped how I am is my family's economic
circumstances. I have always had access to anything I needed and for that I have extreme
gratitude because I know some people have a lot of difficulty in life. Since I was born into a
family with such good economic circumstances I have been lucky to have lots of opportunities.
One Opportunity I had as a child was participating in taekwondo. I did taekwondo until I reached a
blackbelt which took years of hardwork and dedication. I had to memorize forms, Spar with other
competitors and break boards in order to continue to move up to the next level. Taekwondo also
helped keep me in good shape and fit when I was younger. Another Opportunity I am grateful for is
the skill of playing the piano. At first I was not all that enthusiastic about playing it but my parents
has signed me up and insisted I

Descriptive Personal Experience Essay
I was in my room listening to music. My room would normally have a very serene feeling to it.
My room had a beautiful dream catcher hanging on the wall and there was also a very big
window that made it possible for me to see the moon every night. I always felt very relaxed in my
room, but that day I could hear the screaming and arguing between my mom and my dad in the
background. It was horrible. I could feel my eyes starting to water because I hated hearing my
parents fight. The fighting and arguing continued for days. On one evening I could hear the voices
of my parents arguing with my brothers. I was in my room as always and I started to feel room
getting really hot. The noises and everything else around me made me feel very...show more content...
"I haven 't been feeling so great lately",I said in a soft tone. My mom glanced at me with a very
puzzled expression on her face.
"What do you mean? Are you sick?", she asked with confusion in her voice.
"No, I mean I don't know I just haven 't been feeling too great emotionally i guess.", I responded in
a very little voice because I thought that maybe she would think that I was crazy. Once I said that
my mom stopped folding all of the laundry.
"Since when?", my mom asked with a very surprised tone.
"Maybe like 3 months.", I responded. "What! Three months why didn't you tell me".
" I didn't tell you because I thought you wouldn't understand.", I said in a tone that almost sounded
annoyed, which I think I might have been.
" I think you should go to the doctor.", she told me. I didn't want to go to the doctor, but I knew
that it would most likely help me. A couple days later I went to the doctor and he just asked me a
bunch of questions. One of the questions was, what did it feel like to have an anxiety attack. That
was probably one of the hardest questions i had ever had to answer. I couldn 't find the right words
to describe how it felt. As he kept asking me questions he would write things down. I couldn't help
but wonder what he was writing down. I would keep having the thought that maybe he was writing
down all of the bad things. After the doctor stopped talking to me he started to talk to my mom
about ways to help

Descriptive Personal Narrative Story
It was a brisk fall morning at 4 o'clock, and I walked into the cold, stale hospital terrified. I was a
brown haired, brown eyed 5–year–old wearing gray pajamas covered in blue, yellow and red race
cars. I was scared and unsure of what was about to happen. I asked my mom, "What wong me?"
Of course, she knew that meant, "What's wrong with me?" "You are having a surgery but you
will be alright," she responded calmly. I was confused as to why she was so calm, while I was so
worried about being in the hospital. I sat on a bed with silver rails on it like a giant crib. The light
blue blanket lay across my lap while the nurses gave me medications to help me sleep. I clung
tightly to my lime green alligator with all my might. Things were...show more content...
My mom sang lullabies and continued rocking, but the emotion kept flowing. Maybe it was the
excitement of what was to come, maybe it was the loss of what was or maybe even fear of the
unknown. Finally, the tears stopped and I slept in the warm embrace of the mom who said she
would be right there waiting for me. I was born with a hearing issue and I was unable to hear
what others said to me which did not give me much of a voice the first few years of my life. This
made life difficult for several reasons. Making friends was something I struggled with due to my
inability to hear or respond. As I grew older I started to make up my own language using sounds
and actions to communicate with my parents. I would make a sound and my parents would know
based on what I pointed at what I was talking about. This was how I communicated with them
until after the surgery. They always said, "You created your very own language and your family
learned it." I was easily frustrated because people treated me like I was dumb. When I couldn't
get my point across or people couldn't understand me, I would get very angry. When my little
brother could communicate better than me, it made me want to hurt him because it seemed so
unfair. I couldn't seem to grasp why everything was so much harder for me. I went to speech
therapy for over two years. There was little progress with my sounds. My therapists worked very
hard with me each week to help me form words but my brain couldn't

Descriptive Essay : My Unforgettable Travels
My Unforgettable Travels Visualizing a picture in your head can be so captivating and it can bring
back memories you'd never thought you would remember. I visualized a picture of a love lock
bridge in Paris, France because it is something that stood out to me when I was traveling. Everything
about this area was amazing and breathtaking. I will always remember traveling to France and Spain
because of how different other countries are than the United States. Going to these places really
made me love exploring and learning new things about the world. When going to France, I really
depicted it as a different place than it was. I thought it was going to be just like New York City
with a little touch of different people. I was so incredibly wrong. I went there in February of this
year and ever since then I can't wait to go back to different countries. The lifestyle there was so
serene and mesmerizing all at once. You felt this almost joy of just walking into certain places. I
went to multiple different places there. For example, I went to the Palace of Versailles, Hotel Des
Invalides, the Eiffel Tower and then art museums with painting like the Mona Lisa and much more.
These places were spectacular and so different. The work of every building was hand crafted and
made me wish I could live in Paris. The people there were a little rude to Americans, but that didn't
stop me from trying to converse with them as much as I could. I would always look up different

Descriptive Essay About A Hero
When talking about a hero, some people might think of a veteran, a fire fighter, or even
superman. The definition of the word "hero" varies between different people; however, my
definition of a hero is someone who is selfless, brave, and strong. Someone who doesn't runaway
when things get hard, who gives their all just for the wellbeing of others regardless of the strain it
puts on themselves. When thinking of the word "hero" the only person who comes to my mind
is my cousin Cassy. Cassy fits my own personal description of a hero; she is selfless, brave, and
strong. She doesn't run away when things get tough and most importantly, she looks out for
others no matter what the situation is. What is a hero to you? On September 24th of 2017, my
parents, along with my sister and I, walked into my grandma's house around three o'clock in the
afternoon. My aunt Patty had told us she had very important news for us to hear that evening. As
we sat down in the living room of my grandma's small condo, everybody looked at one another
awkwardly waiting for someone to speak first. My mom started the conversation by asking how
long my aunt was going to be in town. My aunt slightly teared up as she tried to spit out her
response. She began to tell us that she was actually moving back home to Fargo from the farm
place her and her boyfriend lived at near Devils Lake. My aunt started to stutter after a while and
then finally blurted out the sentence that nobody ever wants to hear come from a loved

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On April 14, 2017, I was reminded to never take life for granted. When you're seventeen, you think
you have all the time in the world. However, on this day, time came rushing in. I had just put on
my bathing suit and gone to the beach barely even making a dent in the sand. My cell phone
buzzed continuously like the nagging of a dog whining for food at the foot of the dinner table.
The type of noise you drown out constantly. After settling into a soft sandy spot, I decided to take
a quick peep at the missed calls. My sister had called multiple times which is rare. A little curious,
I called her back. She answered in a panic with the muttering of alarming words "Mom's been run
over, and we have to go home now! Come get me." I called one...show more content...
He jumped out of the moving car and hopped into the driver's seat to hit the brakes. Then, she stood
up and screamed "Call 911!" She left the scene with only bruises, scratches, and a chipped tooth. I
truly believe an angel was present that day. Every visitor including family, friends, and hospital
employees believed it was a miracle that the outcome wasn't worse. They said she was the
miracle on the fourth floor. Luckily, our neighbor is the surgeon at our local hospital. After she
heard about the incident, she was the first to respond as she was on trauma duty that afternoon.
This was yet another great example of an angel looking out for us! The problem was finally
solved. My mom had to have her gall bladder removed. After long, and painful months in and out
of doctors' offices, my mom was so relieved that a solution was found. Dr. Kimberly, the surgeon,
said her gall bladder was the worst case she had ever seen. The surgery was to be held at ten
o'clock the following morning. It was time for my sister and me to leave the hospital and head
home. A night in the house without our mom wasn't going to be pleasant. Every night, she always
shouts "Goodnight girls, I love ya'll." My sister and I stayed home alone that night in what seemed
like the quietest house we've ever been in. It had been a long and exhausting day. We departed to our
rooms hoping to get some sleep, but that was not the case. I couldn't stop thinking

Descriptive Experience Essay
Filled with excitement and joy I began to fill my suitcase, overloading with clothing that I most
likely will not wear. A I finish my exaggerated packing I heard a thumping sound of knocks at the
front door. I hurriedly squish everything and make my way to the door only to be greeted by Ely's
joyful expression. Once we manage to pack our things in the trunk we head off to the airport.
Once at the airport were greeted with our growling tummies ready to devour. We have fifteen
minutes before our flight leaves, we quickly rush and get in line to the subway station. When
ordering I could see all the available sets of nutritional vegetables. The scent of sweet coffee filled
my nostrils from the Starbucks station next to the subway. Once are meals our set we quickly
stuff our hungry faces and hear a loud announcement that our flight was to depart in 10 minutes.
When seated I tried to manage my tangles hair and off we were to our vacation in Honduras.
Once, we reached the end of our flight we were met with the difficulty of finding our bags, once
we did we excitedly made our way to the exit. As soon as we stepped outside the scent of good
cooked meted melted in our minds. Immediately our attention zoomed into the busy streets
overcrowding with people. It was midday around one in the afternoon, the weather was gracious,
solemn breeze swept my hair back. First thing we do is head off to the nearest restaurant in our
reach. Lavishing the cultural dishes my

Descriptive Essay About Myself
With my green plastic safety scissors from my pencil case, I hid under the craft table in my living
room and sawed off my blonde bangs until there were only millimeter long blonde sprigs of hair left
sticking from the top of my forehead.
This was just the first of many times that I tried to change my appearance to escape the shadow of
my sister and become my own unique person.
At the age of four, I lacked any formal hairdresser education so my DIY haircut forced me to wear
many wide headbands to hide the hideous sprigs of butchered hair, but in my mind my mission was
successful, because I finally looked different than my sister.
Anna, my identical twin, looks exactly like me, except for the odd freckle, our slightly different
nose structures and the slight chip on her upper left tooth. I can always tell us apart so I hardly
notice that I basically have a clone following me around all the time, but for others knowing which
twin I am proves challenging. It didn't help when my mom dressed in matching outfits from head
to toe. For my first Halloween my brother dressed up like a firefighter and Anna and I were his
dalmatians, then he was a farmer and we were pigs.
When we turned five we decided to pick out our own clothes. In kindergarten Anna and I decided
that she would only wear pink, purple and orange while my wardrobe would only contain blue,
green and yellow clothing. This color coding system worked for the next five years and from my
L.L.Bean velcro sandals to my

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