Descriptive Essay

With my shorts-sleeved black dress swishing behind me, I swiftly walked over to the first glass case of the exhibit. It was a model of a roman aqueduct. There was brown glass resembling the ground and through the glass, the model of an aqueduct was seen. I looked backwards at the small crowd. Most

A major platform of the indigenismo movement was anticlericalism. There are three major positions generally taken when speaking about indigenismo and religion. First is that of the literary critic. Religion in the works of Lopez y Fuentes and Magdaleno is symbolic of power struggle. Authors sought to influence the emotions of the public by painting priests as villains. A second position is taken by the modern historian who claim that the Church held too much power over the indigenous peoples. It was an obstacle to modernization efforts and therefore ought to be removed. A third stance focuses on the religious terminology of national projects, stating that while the Catholic institution

A Farewell to Arms is acclaimed author Ernest Hemingway’s second standalone novel, published in 1929. The novel is set on the battlefront of World War I and tells the tragic love story of Frederic Henry, an American ambulance driver in the Italian army, and Catherine Barkley, a grieving British nurse. Joel Armstrong’s article, “‘A Powerful Beacon’: Love Illuminating Human Attachment in Hemingway’s A Farewell to Arms”, provides an in-depth analysis of the use of love throughout the novel, supported by the views of philosophers as well as Hemingway himself. Armstrong uses these viewpoints to determine what type of love story A Farewell to Arms is. In the end, Armstrong states that the love between Henry and Barkley is so complex and impacted by other variables that it defies all other love stories and forces readers to “re-evaluate, head on, the question of love”(Armstrong 81). Armstrong’s position on A Farewell to Arms is supported by Henry’s change throughout the novel, the impact of war on Henry and Barkley’s relationship, and Catherine’s unexpected and sudden death.

Virtue ethics (Aristotelian ethics): People make perfectly sound ethical judgments everyday without understanding anything about ethical theories. We also know that right conduct seems to come much more easily for some than others. For whatever reason some people tend to act in a more consistently ethical manner than others. Whether this is because they have greater knowledge or if they possess a certain capacity that enables them to act in a moral manner more easily and readily is unclear.

Where is Tyler, he was supposed to be here by now. I grab my phone and shoot Tyler a text asking where he is. I had to wait 10 minutes before I finally got a reply. “Sorry can’t make it” He replies. Is this guy crazy, I will not stand for this. Wait a second, I have a back up. I can go with Dylan. I call him to see if he is available.

Allison Argent was a tall and beautiful person with dark brown curly hair, brown eyes, and deep dimples. She woke up and got ready and left for school like there was no way anything could go wrong, she met up with Scott her first love, he was co-captain of the lacrosse team. He was tall, had a slightly uneven jawline, and cute brown eyes. Stiles was a very sarcastic and funny person. He was tall and skinny, had brown eyes and pale skin. Lydia, Allison’s best friend was a light ginger haired girl with green eyes and the smartest person in school.

Your stomach is feeling bubbly. Following those in charge on an interminable pathway. The waves are wild horses, rearing up before crashing down onto the river, pounding the rocks with their stainless-steel hooves. After finally reaching to the peak of the starting point, the doughnut-like tube emerges itself in the arctic water.

The front windows were rolled down as wind washed through the steadily moving car. A strong stench of month-old fruit, cigarette smoke and general grime was hidden only by wafting aftershave, purchased at last weeks five dollar sale. Glued across the grey vinyl upholstery were crumbs of every imaginable food source, accompanied by a myriad of colourful drink stains. A selection of ear-aching top one hundred 80s hits hummed over the radio as the engine chugged and gurgled. The car was red, or at least it would have been before streaks of copper coloured rust engulfed the ageing steel. I looked outside at endless rows of traffic and smelt the the pungent car fumes filling my nostrils. Here in this rolling pile of grey, I felt consumed by circles pollution. Heat was creating shimmery mirages across the black bitumen surface. A long jail-like fence enclosed the miles of road, blocking any sight of green that lay beyond. It created an imposing shadow across the lanes of pavement lying in front. Like an old security guard, the fence was strong but silent, a present reminder of safety but also of restriction. The sky was coloured like a graphite sketch, a blended mix of greys. Flocks of squawking birds were flying overhead but their calls were barely audible beneath chords of blearing car horns. The air was heavy to breathe, a strange putrid cocktail of smoke, petrol and humidity. I turned my mind back to the station wagon as the wheels began to roll and the traffic finally

When living on campus choosing where to eat is tough. Choosing somewhere to impress a date is even harder. Living on North Campus has its perks; there is beautiful scenery, the building is older and full of history, plus you are close to a lot of classes and the student union. However, for those on North campus who don’t have a car and don’t plan on taking dates on buses, there are few options. One of those options is the 1899 Bar and Grill.

One hot and sunny day, Brooklyn and her mom walked to the city from their new house. While they were walking they spotted some cute stores. SInce they loved shopping they stopped and looked at all of the stores.

Stone, stone, stone, wood. Stone, stone, wood, stone. Stone, wood, wood, brick. I count things when I’m bored. So far I’ve passed twenty-one wood, thirty-four stone, and sixteen brick buildings since entering the city. It only took a damp half days ride to the capitol but it seemed farther away than ever before. Home. The sounds of playing in the garden. The smells floating from the kitchen. Father telling stories by the fireplace while mother smiles at each passing exaggeration. That was a great summer day. It would be the last one for quite some time, perhaps forever. No more beautiful greenery. No more delicious scents. No more wild tales. Not for me at least. Hopefully, my siblings can still have days filled with loving family.

Hour nineteen was halfway conquered. I could barely take it anymore as I glanced around the car for the thousandth time, it was still the same thing. Several guys crashed out in the back row of seats, the same grey interior with a touchscreen navigator on the dashboard that was set on the directions that read: DESTINATION: ONTARIO, CANADA in the glowing white LED lighting. The distance between the passenger seat and my legs seemed to get closer with every hour that passed by. My legs paid the price; when we got out of the car to refuel on gas, I stumbled out of the solid red Nissan as if I haven’t been able to walk for years. After the quick break, it was back into the car. All 6 of the Anderson men were piled in for the long voyage for our annual fishing trip in Ontario, Canada. The car was polluted with the smell of old fast food, greasy old clothes, and body odor.

Jamaica. A country roaring with culture and beauty, just as I had imagined. Water as clear as glass and a jungle that touched the sky. Locals singing and dancing everywhere I looked. In awe of my surroundings I stood, not knowing that the next turn I’d make would shatter the perfect image I’d built, and change my perspective completely.

WHooOooOsshhH. The sound of the tree branches hitting the top of the big Jeep, and everyone ducking their heads down to avoid getting whacked by the branches. As I look up into the big tall trees that loom over us, a shiver runs down my spine as I slowly realize what I got myself into. Twenty minutes ago, I had jumped up and yelled that I wanted to go with friends to the big bat cave while we were all sitting around a dying fire from the night before, eating some pop tarts at our big brown cabin in Camp Lakewood. My dad said it was fine but my sister, Julia, had to come along because he was staying back to cook or do some other dad thing. I looked around at the big trees and green spring leaves, the cool breeze whispers in my ear. All of a sudden, I hop back into reality by the huge THUD sound the blue Jeep makes.

It was a chilly night, but the sky was clear and the stars were shining brighter than ever. The soft breeze made the trees rustle. I liked that sound. It made me feel like I wasn’t alone. It made me feel relaxed. I was looking out my bedroom window thinking that nothing could destroy this relaxing, happy, and beautiful night, but I didn’t know what was coming.