Ponderosa Descriptive Writing

Summary and Response Essay “On Dumpster Diving” In the essay “On Dumpster Diving” Lars Eighner describes the wastefulness of Americans, how they view the poor, and how to stay safe while living the life of a scavenger. As he travels the streets with his companion Lizbeth he scavenges through dumpsters in search of the necessities of life. There are many people that are homeless in need of food.

Andre Dubus mentions and describes the “eyes” several times throughout his short story, “Killings.” Matt, the main character, notices the emotions that are conveyed through a person’s eyes more than anything else. His entire story is vaguely centered around the hidden feelings that people have, but refuse to show. Dubus uses the repetition of the “eyes” to show how much is really concealed within a person. William Henry, a well-known chemist, once said, “The eyes shout what the lips fear to say.” Henry put into words what Dubus was doing when writing this story. A few sentiments that the author channels to the readers are pain, fear, sorrow, and hope.

In the autobiography of Frederick Douglass; he talked about how hard it was growing up in the south as an African American slave, trying to learn how to read and write. When I was reading Douglass's story; it kept bringing me back to how harsh my high school years were. In high school, I wasn't accepted by many of the students and was racially profiled and labeled because of my ethnicity. Douglas’s autobiography proves that even overtime, society has not changed all that much; when it comes to accepting people for who or where they came from.

The pungent saltiness of the bayou is like the nostalgic smell of gasoline, repulsive and nauseating but irresistible. Looking in one direction I could swear that I was in the midwest. Cow pasture is stretched out for miles. Taking in the landscape completely, however, is like looking at my childhood bedroom that I shared with my sister. Although this is one place, there are two worlds here, separated into two perfectly portioned pieces. This land is a shared space between deep swamps and flat plains, with a near perfect line drawn down the center separating the two. The cows and alligators own this land for most of the year. The only time they are taken away from their home is for a week in the spring. The fertile land is transformed into T-Bois Blues Festival, an event that is the culmination of a tight knit group of friends and colleagues working together for one common goal. The desire to propagate

“Plastic bags with their rustle and squeeze, aluminum foil with its twinkle and gash, dishcloths with their thrash and wallop” (Baume 31). – One Eye’s experienced from the past as he hears this sound of torture.

I found myself surrounded by the people of the inn; their countenances expressed a breathless terror: but

Mya sits at the heart-shaped vanity in the center of her bedroom, draped in a dark purple rose as Tiffany, the twenty something MAC cosmetic makeup artist Mya hired to make her face perfection. She left nothing to chance. This was the most defining moment of her life thus far. Every detail would be remembered, gossiped and analyzed by Joe dick eaters and haters alike submitting her rein at Overbrook high school as the baddest chick once and for all.

As we waited for our food, I took to peering out the diner’s large storefront window that we seated ourselves next to and I people watched as the citizens of Mt. Harrison went on about their daily lives.

Living in the busy metropolitan area, it is easy to forget that we have unlimited natural beauty, that is the great outdoors, so close to home. Kansas City, Missouri is gifted with a plethora of hidden gems, all located within an hour drive. One such gem can be found in the historic riverside town of Parkville, Missouri.

People that lived in savannah had to evacuate from the horrible hurricane Matthew. So what We did nice in Augusta to help the people was let them stay in our schools so they can have somewhere to stay. We gave them clothes we brought them things they can bath with we gave the someone to lay their heads. We were very helpful we gave them a lot of things to make them feel good. We were very mindful of the way we talk to them and we were very nice.

so I could not wait till we got to a store. Once we walked into the city I could not wait

The moon shone brightly on the dark, empty never-ending road ahead whilst I drove home. The wind kept me company whispering in my ears.

scraping on the steaming pavement. I was trapped in a walk of shame and fear, dreading what

Winter in California is a curious creature, one moment it's shiny and easy going, wrapping around you the warmth of a loving companion, then without notice it sends out it's chilled rain biting you to the bone. I've been in this God awful state for five years and I wait for that bite, that flash of cold we get once in a blue moon. I may be the only resident in Southern California who hates this weather, I am originally from the east coast, I was used to all four seasons. why am I here if I hate it so much? Well, I'm undercover...err...more like under witness protection, since the age of 13 I have lived a double life, one insidious accident led to a world of new possibilities for me. My first boyfriend and my one true love is from a family of

It was a hard day at work. I went home to sit on the balcony. I watched the street fill slowly with people. I watched their interactions as I always did while basking in the sunlight. I closed my eyes and listened to the sounds of the streets below. I sat like this for a while, tanning my already sun-kissed face. The sun always made my mind go foggy. Opening my eyes, I decided to tune back into the lives of the people walking below. I saw a funeral procession pass by. Children that had been running on the street parted so the cars could pass by. The glare off of the windows blinded me and I had to look away. Cars continued to whir, people continued to laugh; the world continued on.