Descriptive+Writing+2014-2015

= Descriptive Writing from Camp Adventures =

**Emma**
==== The cool wind chilled my arms as I confidently climbed upwards. The entire structure was made of rough wood. While standing on the ground, it looked like a mess of huge logs and worn handholds with no way to navigate. It was very easy once I started climbing. It took one short minute to get to the first platform. The course’s most difficult part was the rope net because the climber had to switch to the other side of it halfway up to be able to slide onto the flat top. The climb was somewhat frightening because of the extreme height. I told myself repeatedly not to look down. Although I am partially afraid of heights, I challenged myself to climb the whole course. I loved the brisk wind in my face. I was semi-upset when I had to come down but happy that I made it to the climax. The daunting ropes course was so exciting I wanted to go back. ====

**Line Dancing**



=Lake Activities=



**Delight at the Lake** **Connor L**

 The lake of deep turquoise like lapis lazuli was always there to greet the tired and famished groups. The lake was cold like a refrigerator and was always filled with the sounds of excitement. The blob was located near the edge of the lake and was like a mammoth tongue of green, blue, and yellow holding onto the dock for dear life. The blob acted like an inflatable seesaw; when one side goes down, the other side goes up. Many people were launched as high as the jumping platform. //Splash! Splash!// That was the sound of many yellow kayaks and green canoes also roaming the lake. Once in a while, a canoe would stop to see a small child being launched high in the sky from the blob. While many kids were swimming near the dock, lifeguards were patrolling the area like policemen near a crime scene. Alpine trees covering tall hills surrounded the lake. The lake was like a water-filled playground left to be enjoyed by future campers.


 * Paddling, Paddling, Paddling All the Way! **
 * Akbar **

 As fast as lightning, I started paddling my bright red one-person kayak to the rough, wooden docks. As I started to get out, I fell into the cold lake. I looked at the blob as I waited in line. It had faded yellow and blue stripes on it that had long lost their glory. A main campus boy, who was in front of me, stood on the edge and jumped for the blob, but he bounced off the blob into the icy cold water. It was my turn to blob someone. I jumped and closed my eyes. I heard the icy water splash up around me. The blob felt squishy, like a waterbed that had been popped, and the water was slowly seeping through large hole. A large main campus boy jumped, and I felt myself fly as if I was an angel to the far side of the floating buoys. I swam to the dark wooden ladder and stepped out of the clear water. I walked along the rough docks until I was near the large shed they use to keep the Dijon mustard-colored life jackets. I realized that our time was over, and I took off my yellow life jacket. I took one last look around and realized that this was probably the last time I would ever be there. I closed my tired eyes, opened them, and start walking on the gravel road back to the small cabins.

=Natural History=

**Joyride to the Past ** **Faheem ** Native American history took me back in time to when the natives still roamed free. I tasted something sweet and delicious, a sort of Native American trail mix, which consisted of tasty nuts, juicy berries, and honey. I smelled root beer from some tree root, and I felt soft and cloud-like animal skins. Playing the Native American games was fascinating. I also felt enjoyment when shooting the cardboard deer with the dim blow darts. The interesting artifacts I saw were unique and old, like the arrows and clothes. This factual activity made this camping trip an unforgettable one and has made me more aware of the Native American culture.

Nature Art
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These are some of the 6th graders first attempt at Descriptive Writing in 6th grade. Enjoy!
My Room by Richard 8/21/14

As I walk into my room to change, I stop and wonder, //what would my room look like to someone else?// You might see one of my many (twenty-eight) trophies that gleam in the afternoon, or my three hundred plus baseball card collection that is stacked so high I can barely see out my window. My closet is so small I can hardly fit my clothes and myself inside. My bathroom, on the other hand, is large enough for three people standing with elbow room. The shower curtains in my bathroom are very dull in color, just how like school used to be. You may also see my beige rug on the floor. My room usually smells like whatever is being cooked downstairs in the kitchen. When I wake up on the weekends, I hear birds chirping and smell breakfast cooking. You might see orange and black walls, drawers in the the corners, and desks covered with many titles and authors. My warm bed feels comfortable on cold winter nights. In conclusion, my room is a place where I sleep and an ocean of dreams surrounds me.

My Bedroom by Connor R 8/21/14 ====When you walk into my bedroom, what you will see are parts of the treasured few memories I have of this new house. You will see the tan walls glowing in the light from the window. You will see the bed, the place where I feel safest, in the back corner. In the front of the room, you will see the dresser piled with clothes yet to be put away. On the side of the room, you will see the bookshelf, each book holding a part of me. On the walls you will see posters watching me like hawks. Beside my bed you will see a nightstand, home to my favorite pictures, a lone lamp with no light bulb, and the alarm clock that wakes me up each morning. In my room my memories also live.====

A Bedroom, My Bedroom by Jaden 8/21/14

A bedroom, my bedroom is a place where laziness is king. The white door you enter leads to my bedroom kingdom. Look around on the ground where you hear your footsteps slap against the musty floor. A carpet, brown with soft green leaves, is littered with hairs from a cat nowhere to be seen. Walk to the window above the brown wooden planked table where the cat sleeps. Along the table a cat bed, brown with high sides, stays warm by the streaming beams of the sunlight. Standing in your way behind you a wrinkled bed lays with blue covers twisted to look like a worm who lost his way. Beyond the wrinkled bed snuggled into the camo green walls two closets rest side by side in the walls. The one to the right has two yellow-stained bars wedged inside it with clothes hangers stuffed and nearly falling off dangled on the bars. The other closet is stacked with shelves on a perfect angle. On each shelf junk forever lost in time sit with cities of dust on each. This is not just a room. It is my room where laziness is king.

My Laboratory by Chase 8/21/14

When you walk into my laboratory, you think you are on a football field. With all of the pennants and jerseys, you can just imagine the fans. The rays of sunlight breaching through the window and the glitter of the walls just makes the room feel like a plain grass field. The bed is the best part since it feels as if you have just jumped onto a cloud. I also hold all of my greatest creations in my laboratory. It is quiet in the morning hearing the birds tweet and the insects creep. At night my room feels like the scariest of haunted mansions. My room is also where I create my homework. My room is definitely my favorite place.