Descriptive+Writing+2013-2014

S’mores to the Rescue  Erin   10/2/13 As the flaming fire rose in front of me, the marshmallow melted to a delicious, soft, and warm figure. When this figure of sugar went on the graham cracker with the chocolate, the chocolate also melted to a smooth, brown blob. Another graham cracker lay above the chocolate, watching over the other ingredients. Happiness filled my heart and water emerged in my mouth before I ate it. When the s’more rested on my tongue, it unfortunately was devoured in a matter of seconds. The delicious s’more of sweetness was now possessed by me. This magical s’more of sweetness rescued me from being homesick and being tired.

10/4/13
==As I walked up to the High Ropes course, I saw a colossal tower and a smaller rock wall. In the grass there were helmets and harnesses laid out in a large circle. When I picked up the blue helmet, it felt smooth and cold. The harnesses were uncomfortable. I walked up the small ramp where a man with grey hair was waiting to tie a rope to my harness. He tied the rope in a strange knot and I pulled on it. It felt coarse. I started to climb the wooden tower. The small, fake rocks looked decrepit and dirty. They felt rough and some of them moved a bit. When I finally stopped moving and glanced up, I saw how high I was. I could see almost the entire camp. I saw all the people below me. They looked like ants. I decided to go down. On the way down, I felt a cold breeze that made me shiver a bit. When I finally touched the ground, I untied the rope and sat down on a cold, wooden log to wait for my next turn.==

Savor the S’mores  Rhea P.   10/2/13 Sweet chocolate, crunchy graham crackers, and a soft marshmallow make a delicious s’more. As I place the soft, fluffy marshmallow onto the fire resistant stick, dinner seems to vanish, and my stomach craves a delicious substance. The stick hovered over the bright, orange fire, and the marshmallow blackened as if a sunny day were turning into a stormy night. Meanwhile, a teacher from main campus is putting Hershey’s chocolate onto a crunchy graham cracker. I receive my two halves of chocolate and graham cracker and slide the charred marshmallow between the two halves. At this point, my mouth is watering to gain the deliciousness of the warm s’more. I sit down to savor the moment and put the sweet and warm s’more in my mouth while my stomach receives full satisfaction. Night falls as if someone were drawing a grand curtain over the windows. As I finish, I feel satisfied.

Where Dreams are Made Rhea N. 8/23/13

As I gaze into my messy room, I see books littered across the carpeted purple floor eager to be read. The trove of Nancy Drews on my small white desk smell old and musty. The soft folded chair, which appears to be a purple and blue Dalmatian at a glance, feels comfy and warm against my skin. While I gaze at my purple and white room, I catch a glimpse of my childhood, some of which was spent drawing on a desk that now looks like a Picasso. My ears catch the familiar sound of pages turning like the wind whispering with the trees outside my window. The plastic statue of a girl, which is supposed to be me, reading a book in the purple alcove stares intently at a book that is never to be finished. My room is a place where imagination takes flight, creativity hails supreme, and my dreams take shape.