Saturday, April 19, 2014

writing a descriptive essay


Describe the time of the day you dislike the most.
1.      Introduction: How the day begins for me
2.      Body: Describe my morning bus rides
3.      Body: Describe my feelings while on the bus
4.      Conclusion: What happens when I reach school

       Morning is the time of the day in which the word “dread” is attached to it. Every morning, I am rudely awakened by the loud shrill of the alarm clock. This is followed by a simultaneous ringing of other clocks around the neighborhood joining in the chorus. Soon a competition begins between screaming clocks and barking dogs for the noisiest award. As I lie in bed with both hands covering my ears, I know morning has come again. It is impossible to enjoy the fresh morning air such din.
    
  Bus rides in the mornings are never fun. The morning rush to school is always a trying experience for me. As soon as the bus arrives, everyone makes a mad scramble to hop onto the bus. On th bus, the jostling and the pushing continue. At the sight of the nearest station, the people alighted the bus in an endless stream. Smiling to myself, I sit on an empty seat near the window.
       The deep smokes emitted by the engine from the back of the bus make reading impossible. The long and boring journey to school lulls me to sleep. My head bops up and down to the jerky movements of the bus. Suddenly, there is a loud thud, and the sharp pain at the side of my head awakened me from my doze. I have just knocked my head against the window. It is impossible to rest my head against the window because they are rattling vigorously to the movement of the bus. In the end, I left with no choice but to keep my spine upright, stare wide in front of me while fighting against the sleepy devils that threatened to sneak an attack on me anytime.
       After the fierce battle, I alighted the bus with my nose up in the air. My teacher likes to begin the day with a yodeling session. As soon as the nagging stops, the racketous sound of grass-cutting machines filled up the silence. Mornings have become a routine for me. I pass each morning like a zombie, waiting for the final school bell to ring to set me free.

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