Descriptive Essay

THE BIG MISTAKE On a Sunday morning, while I was at church, I was eager to leave and head to Chabot College. My basketball team made it to the Chabot Tournament. Basketball to me is like food, I need it to survive. Which makes this Tournament more exciting, but of course I wasn’t so good at basketball as some of my teammates. Unfortunately, I never knew that this was the worst game I ever played in. Walking towards my team my heartbeat sank. My blood all of sudden stopped working, my legs felt…

The Invasive Species There is an invasive species amongst us and it's destroying our world. It doesn't seem to stop at anything and is professedly unaware of its destructive habits upon the earth and nature. It plows through our forests, desecrating our ancient trees in it’s path while strangling itself in the process. It sucks up our water sources so fast that they cannot replenish naturally, and yet it cannot quench its thirst for more. It scours the world's worth of crops but leaves the…

The road, or more appropriately named, the path, that led to Opal, essentially consisted of dirt, and what appeared to be barbed gravel. Needless to say, it wasn’t the most favored path to traverse, amongst the neighbors, especially those with wagons of poorer quality, as the spokes of the wagon would often break, or create a hitch. While I didn’t so much have an issue with taking the path, aside from the pseudo-agonizing distance, it was truly, and utterly, an eyesore. However, I did enjoy the…

“Hey Avery, come here and take a look at this!” “What is it, Ben?” Ben pulled out a white envelope, sealed with the Party symbol. “Save it for later, it can’t be more important than the Stanley Cup game,” said Avery. Ben agreed, being a hockey fan himself. He the letter down gently on the cracked stand next to him. He walked over to the couch that, over time, had become the centerpiece of miscellaneous sports memorabilia, bought with what little money the two brothers could put aside in a week…

This country is well now as the surrealist place where nothing never happens; And we don’t mean “this is a boring place full of donkeys and cactus and zarapes” we mean “Is there a massacre? Ignore it.” “Someone needs help? Look to the other side” But the phrase which irritates me the most is “We are fine, we could be like the Venezuela but we aren’t, you should considerate yourself lucky.” WHY are we supposed to be that conformist? Can someone tell why is so wrong to want something better? Why…

Mariela Russe Margaret M. Strain English 100 6 September 2016 The Puerto Rican Table Some people may know Puerto Rico for its fluorescent landscape or by its vibrating music but for me it is definitely its unique flavors which by just thinking about it, I can already savor it. Our typical Puerto Rican table has a variety of dishes that is based on the combination of rice, grains and meat. Its distinctive taste comes from the mix of herbs, spices and the famous sofrito. Traditional plates are…

“Just take one step at a time, Moch. It’s not going to be the end of the world if you can’t say goodbye to her,” I mumbled under my breath, as I gently knocked on the glass door with white roses in my hands. I slowly uttered, “Mom, it's me your son Bob Moch. Can you please let me inside, I just want to talk before I leave. I bought your favorite flowers, white roses.“ As I began to turn away from the door it creaked open and I was in the presence of one of the most important people in my life.…

Although the journey has been long, New England is the place that I’ve always dreamed to adventure. When I first walked off that boat, this new world’s fresh scent smelt better than any English rose I’ve ever sniffed. Also, I couldn’t help but notice the trees in New England are very tall with striking charm. The mountains here have priceless views too, along with the beauty in the rivers that flow between them. This place truly has the most beautiful, colorful scenery I have ever laid my…

The small dinghy that had dropped anchor in the turbulent waters of Stillwater Cove moved in synchronized rhythm with the undulating waves that knocked against the side and the occupant cursed under their breath, “Damn, the water’s rough tonight. I’m glad I don’t get seasick or I’d be puking over the side right now.” Turning the vessel into the choppy current, they surveyed the surrounding area. Stillwater Cove made the perfect place for a romantic weekend getaway or as the individual on the…

Spring break A hot and bright day is accompanied by a “U” shape shoreline on the beach. With a light breeze, tourists could perceive the salty air of the sea, the lack of the debris, and the small crowd around makes it seem that it is a private beautiful beach. The sand is golden brown covered with some fresh foot prints from the vacationing tourists, the sky is light blue with no birds or clouds, and it was a very sunny day. There was one group of tourists sitting on the sand, enjoying what it…