Descriptive Essay

According to the Teachers’ Standards (2013), teachers are expected to “[m]ake accurate and productive use of assessment” (DfE [i], 2013, p.12). Assessment is, therefore, a fundamental aspect of one’s role as a teacher and to fulfil this standard effectively, a number of strategies have been proposed to conduct regular assessments. In light of this, I aim to provide a reflective commentary on the process of assessment and its purpose, with a focus on the Early Years Foundation Stage [EYFS], at a…

Alex Mwamsindo Sheyene Heller English Composition 1 01/27/16 “The beauty of Jumbo campground at Mesa, Colorado” The sun shone fair brilliant white light through the thin mist. The mist wrapped around the camp site in the glassy air. A cozy thin breeze it was; like a fine cloying wine searching the palate and bringing a bloom to the cheek. The air was cool and brisk, like a refreshing drink of cold lemonade after hours under the scorching sun. Red, yellow and orange leaves fluttered on the soft…

Conquering Hell I remember everything that day. The gas, the smell of the dead bodies, and the constant rain. But the thing I remember the most was the regret and rush of my first kill. I was in the trenches that day, on the front line. I enlisted for my great country of England and I was proud and full of hope, but in the trenches all hope was gone. I saw soldiers in agony crying and screaming. The sound of the constant artillery still bangs in my head, and I can smell the pungent mud. My…

The Private Detective On the top of high mountain of a town, a detached house surrounded by wide green field which is vintage, its color is very attractive which flash to people eyes make everyone stop for it beauty, it always stand still as a new building although it had been build over 100 years and no one residence there for a very long time and no one ready to step in though specific area as there is a story behind it. People said whoever step in though the area, they will disappear in 3…

The waves of the lake bend over like a weak sapling in the middle of a terrible storm. The sun was covered by clouds which dulled its brightness in a unique way. The pain busted in my fingers as I tightly clenched the rough rope. I pushed through knowing the hit of the water would be far more painful. The taste of sweat, dripping, slower than the molasses that was poured over my biscuit, that morning. The sweat blurred the ability to taste anything else with its pungent saltiness. The scent from…

On the bus on the way to out school trip destination most of us had fallen asleep. We are heading to some old castle to stay in and role play as if we were living in the Victorian era. I just hope I get to be Royalty and not a maid. Around another two hours the bus drove up a dirt track, by this stage it was pitch black the only thing lighting the way was the headlights of the bus, the stars and moon. The whole journey here I had taken pictures of the scenery and breath-taking views.…

I'm not dreaming. I'd be screaming by now if I were. The world around me dissolves, bleeding and fragmenting until nothing is left except me and the encroaching dark. I float in the quiet abyss, wondering if this is what death is. The rumors in the After tell a less peaceful description of the time after death. A gust of wind shoves me forward and rips my clothes off and I watch my polo shirt and blue jeans sway behind me, moving with the current of the wind. Shivering, I wrap my arms around my…

The Wolverines needed a field goal to win the game. “Axe I can’t watch!” I wanted to cover my eyes but I couldn’t. The entire stadium was on their feet. The ball was snapped, the placeholder caught it, and from there everything went into slow motion. He placed the ball on the ground, spun the laces outward, the kicker ran up to the ball and kicked it. The offensive line blocked the defense; the ball soared through the air, end of end. Goosebumps covered my skin, it looked like it was too wide.…

Horrible Hometown Highway Music was blaring, windows were rolled down. The cool seven am morning breeze hit my face and tousled my hair. The words of the song I was listening to flowed through my body and moved me. I was screaming every word because that was “my favorite song.” The sound of the gravel crunching underneath the tires as the road drug on and on for what felt like hours. Darkness surrounds my sight, my body goes limp. My life flashes before my eyes as I see bright lights appear…

Trembling, my hand grips the old, unsteady doorknob and as I turn it, my heart skips a beat. The wobbly door creaks when it opens, and darkness fills my eyes. The smell of must enters my nostrils as a light draft comes up the uneven stairs. The light switch struggles to hold on to the ceiling by one frayed cord. My unsteady hand reaches for the switch, and as I attempt to stay on the laminate floor, one lone light ignites, it is covered by an overload of cobwebs and built up dust. As I look down…