Student Example of Descriptive Writing.  Writing received an A.

Sense Crazy

Student name

Mr. Vásquez

Period 1

English 1P

November 20, 1999

Descriptive Writing Essay

Sense Crazy

            A long morning on an empty stomach only adds to the ever-increasing anticipation that waits in room F-13.  A great feast sits uneaten until the second bell rings.  And just as it does, a small group of kids flood in the room hungry and ready to go sense crazy.  Only a few strangers enter mere seconds after the bell rings.

            The first food passed out is a Chinese dish.  The brilliantly colored red sauce overflows the small clumps of rice, vegetables, and chicken.  A sweet, tangy aroma fills my nostrils as my face sits 2 inches away from the plate. The warm rice sticks to my fingers as I stir the food together.  The first bite leaves my mouth on fire.  Owww!  As my eyes start to water, I listen to my teeth grinding together as the stringy vegetables refuse to break apart.

            The next item on the menu is another Chinese dish whose somewhat duller coloration is a light brown.  It is filled with tiny green trees giving it the effect of a tiny forest.  Tender strips of beef melt between my teeth like butter while the crisp vegetables crunch and crackle.  The succulent and sweet scent that this dish emits only magnifies the smooth feeling the sauce provides as I pick at the few stranded pieces of rice left on my plate.  I can’t wait to see what Mr. Vásquez has in store for us next!

            Bread sticks, MMM!  The garlicky sauce fills the room with its tantalizing aroma.  A golden brown stick sits before me.  As I pick at the outside, it feels hard and lukewarm.  But as I slowly tear off pieces to reach the middle it becomes a soft texture, pale and white. Butter and garlic over runs my taste buds, as I like my fingers clean.  Boy could I use a drink right now.

             Chocolate, square, brown...Yes, it’s brownies! The light essence of cocoa tickles my nose like a feather.  The sticky looking texture on bottom and yet flaky texture on top make it the best of both worlds.  The moist and chocolaty pieces as they crumble in my mouth make it even more enjoyable to eat.  Chocolate, chocolate, and more chocolate drives me sense crazy.  I again listen to myself chew and realize that I’m smacking with enjoyment, trying to remember my manors. I correct myself.  “Hey, are you going to finish that?”

            Is that mint?  Cool, it’s the mint orange salad I made. A very tart and sour wave of air hits me.  Do I really like this much mint?  The first bite I take overwhelms me.  It tastes like oranges, pineapple and malt vinegar.  Can my stomach handle all of this?  As I chew on the pomegranate seed garnishes, I notice that each one pops like tiny firecrackers between my teeth.  Wow!  This stuff is really cold and wet.  It’s kind of squishy especially when you pinch it. Hey, there’s only 2 minutes until the bell rings, I wonder where the time went?

            Slowly my plate becomes a desolate and empty circle sitting on top of a square desk.  Only 3 small rivers of brightly colored sauce and several small crumbs remain from the once beautiful variety of food that was placed before me. Very full, very well fed, and very content I leave room F-13; it’s bountiful supply of food, and air currents full of wonderful smells. I step outside the door only to realize that I miss it’s comfort.  I know however that soon the only thing that will be on my mind will be what I should decide to eat next at lunch.  However, I know that it will never even come close to comparing to what I just had 30 minutes ago.