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Devoured â€Å"Finally, the tedious school day is over,† I sighed as I carelessly threw aside my bulging backpack filled up to its capacity. â€Å"But there is still homework to complete! When will this ever end? It is just like ‘The Never-Ending Story’ movie, except its ‘Never-Ending’ homework in this case.† Flipping through my Excalibur to April twenty – third, two thousand three, I indolently read aloud my homework assignments: â€Å"Math: problems PW-26 to PW-38; French I: spiral page 138 along with bookwork on page 188; Biology: chapter 38 review questions worksheet and chapter 29 vocabulary; English Honors I: rough draft on anything descriptive due Monday.† Suddenly, my mind flashed back to a daunting incident in Carmel Beach, where the gargantuan waves tower above the sky and plunge down, crashing onto the broken down sand and shiny sleek stones, as if their intent was to crush them into minute jagged bits. Shaking my head to jump out of that distressing memory, I decided to write about the well remembered memory. Although the original magenta hat was long gone, I still keep in mind that it was my one and only beloved hat. Then, with thoughts rushing to my head about the unpleasant incident, I reminisced back into the memory. While scurrying to the beach with my favorite magenta hat on my head, I dreamt about the lanky sandcastle that my parents and I would create, which would of course be embellished in an assortment of iridescent seashells. â€Å"Slow down! Avoid the waves, they might eat you up!† Dad jovially joked. Chortling, I sat down on the desired spot, where its future would be the landmark supporting the world’s elite sand skyscraper. We began to make my dream sand skyscraper, but when I stood back to admire our arduous work, it appeared corpulent and grotesque with the dry sand sliding down, back to its fellow grains and back to where it came from. Disapprovingly, I grimaced; I tried my best... Free Essays on Description Free Essays on Description My childhood wouldn’t have been the same if I didn’t have my Roller blade Barbie. I kept her on my white nightstand next to my bed, so that I could grab her on my way to eat breakfast. No matter where I went I always took my doll because she is small enough that I could stick her in my little pink handbag. Roller blade Barbie’s sense of fashion style, lighted roller blades, and her bright make up were three characteristics that amazed me everyday as I played with her for hours. Roller blade Barbie has long wild black hair with bangs in the front that looks like a big wave coming from her scalp. Hidden behind her hair are pair of yellow earrings that are circular in shape. Barbie also wears a big shiny ring on her right plastic hand. For her wardrobe she wears a turquoise tube top with green distorted spots scattered all over it. It also has a yellow ribbon coming out of the middle of the top that can be made into a bow. To match the top she wears turquoise shorts with a neon yellow ruffle around the top of the shorts. She wouldn’t be Roller blade Barbie if she didn’t have roller blades. Her roller blades have orange wheels and neon yellow on the boot part. On the side of the boot written in black tiny letters is Roller blades. The skates spark like there are fireworks shooting out from behind her while I push her roughly against any flat surface. Any girl could get good make up ideas from Barbie. She wears green eye shadow that matches the gr een in her tube top. The eye shadow also brings out her sparkling brown eyes. Barbie put on hot pink lipstick that makes her lips stand out. What makes Barbie’s features stick out is her golden tan that makes me want to head to the beach. Barbie made so many good memories of my childhood. Her fashionable clothes made me want to dress like her. Her makeup made... Free Essays on Description Devoured â€Å"Finally, the tedious school day is over,† I sighed as I carelessly threw aside my bulging backpack filled up to its capacity. â€Å"But there is still homework to complete! When will this ever end? It is just like ‘The Never-Ending Story’ movie, except its ‘Never-Ending’ homework in this case.† Flipping through my Excalibur to April twenty – third, two thousand three, I indolently read aloud my homework assignments: â€Å"Math: problems PW-26 to PW-38; French I: spiral page 138 along with bookwork on page 188; Biology: chapter 38 review questions worksheet and chapter 29 vocabulary; English Honors I: rough draft on anything descriptive due Monday.† Suddenly, my mind flashed back to a daunting incident in Carmel Beach, where the gargantuan waves tower above the sky and plunge down, crashing onto the broken down sand and shiny sleek stones, as if their intent was to crush them into minute jagged bits. Shaking my head to jump out of that distressing memory, I decided to write about the well remembered memory. Although the original magenta hat was long gone, I still keep in mind that it was my one and only beloved hat. Then, with thoughts rushing to my head about the unpleasant incident, I reminisced back into the memory. While scurrying to the beach with my favorite magenta hat on my head, I dreamt about the lanky sandcastle that my parents and I would create, which would of course be embellished in an assortment of iridescent seashells. â€Å"Slow down! Avoid the waves, they might eat you up!† Dad jovially joked. Chortling, I sat down on the desired spot, where its future would be the landmark supporting the world’s elite sand skyscraper. We began to make my dream sand skyscraper, but when I stood back to admire our arduous work, it appeared corpulent and grotesque with the dry sand sliding down, back to its fellow grains and back to where it came from. Disapprovingly, I grimaced; I tried my best...