Descriptive Essay Essay

Baseball…- a ball game played between two teams of nine on a field with a diamond-shaped circuit of four bases. It is played chiefly in the US, Canada, Latin America, and East Asia. (Dictionary.com) The only thing I’ve ever cared about though, it intrigued me from an extremely young age. Amidst the time when my brother and cousin played this mysterious game outside my grandma's house every other week. I’d sit and watch them throw the white baseball with red laces, outside next to an oak tree in…

Creeping up to the line of scrimmage, as a cornerback, my mind was trying to figure out what the quarterback was going to do with the ball. I got into a defensive stance, into a mid squat, and I was on the balls of my feet with my left leg in front and my right leg right behind my left. My arms were in running form, with my right arm in front. I was waiting for the ball to be snapped. HIKE! The ball was snapped from the center to the quarterback. In front of me were the offensive linemen with…

For the first time in almost two weeks, my eyes slowly opened to a ceiling that wasn't white tile. My body felt heavy with sleep and my brain still filled with fragments of my dream from the night before. I rolled over to tuck my solid black comforter farther between my bare legs and pushed my body deeper into the mattress, one that wasn't foreign, stained, and filled with metal springs, but rather my own familiar one, which was newer and packed with foam and feathers on the inside. My only…

The Dark Roast Plague As children we are warned to avoid drugs and alcohol. We have had numerous programs dedicated towards giving us knowledge to help escape the temptations of drug use, but the D.A.R.E program neglects informing the youth about the most concerning and addictive drug of all. This drug is the most addictive amongst teens, and the effects have taken a toll on students across the globe. Dealers of this cleverly devised drug are found in every state, town, or mall world wide…

“The Tiger With No Eyes” We had made a complete stop in front of Halawa District Park Gym. The Lawakua Kajukenbo Club students unloaded the bus of goodies: variety boxes of Lays chips and granola bars, overly-used sparring equipment, bags of slightly deflated red kicking shields with black straps, tables and tent poles. I pulled my two scrawny arms around a box of Quaker Oats granola bars and followed the pack. As my friends and I turned the corner, the rest of the group formed a home base…

On an overcast day the melancholy and mystery grows in the small streets in the town of Mongui, Colombia. So moving that even after generations much of the town come together for the funeral commemoration of my great grandfather General Melo, as people in his town still call him. In the Colonial era the Spinners conquer this region of Colombia. Colonist overtook the city and a militia was created by my great grandfather General Melo, which he stood up for people’s rights/liberty and oppose to…

The town of Whoville is a small town, to put it in perspective, it’s like the size of just one snowflake. It was a town of joy and happiness, never ever was there sadness now that I remember. The town was a Christmas fanatic, they counted down the days each year, day by day. The month of December was the craziest months of the year, easy to tell is Christmas is always right around the corner. One of the brightest places, not one house wasn’t decorated with colorful lights. There lights lit up…

The Outdoors I believe in the outdoors. It has been an escape from reality for me. I am very thankful that I was taught at such a young age about hunting and fishing. The countless memories and time spent with the people that share the same passion that I do. When I first learned to walk, my grandpa taught me about the outdoors. I can still remember my first fishing pole; it was a Pfluger painted burnt orange on a 6ft’6in’’ Berkley lightning rod. The amount of time I spent practicing casting…

That moment you see somebody and your entire body and soul goes into a state of pure bliss is the feeling I get when I look into the eyes of the man I love. Those eyes that sit at a light shade of brown, the shade of brown that reminds me of a dirty beach. Looking past the dirty light brown beach you see the magnificent ocean, views that are absolutely breathtaking, the open ocean brings the feeling of peace, as if there are no problems in the world. When I look into his eyes an overwhelming…

Eyes on the Prize The mountains towering over the valleys between them, with the tall evergreen pines trees that covered the forest floor was a beautiful site. The soft chirp of birds was a relaxing distance sound of nature. The air was intoxicating with oxygen, so fresh, in comparison to the air from Belen. Late afternoon was coming around, being out all that morning with the anticipation of finding a bull, all of us anxious for action. With a little bit of disappointment, sadly no luck, I was…