Descriptive Essay About San Francisco
Hanford, California. You know you’ve entered the San Joaquin Valley once the scent of cow manure wakes you up from your nap in the car while you’re on your way to the tourist city of Los Angeles. All around the world, Los Angeles attracts tourists for its image of the film industry, its equivocal Hollywood sign and constant weather of 80 degrees Fahrenheit. If not LA, then San Francisco, which is located in northern California, comes next to mind. San Francisco is known for its Golden Gate Bridge and technological savvy. Curious, you peek out your car window and automatically start to question whether you’re going in the right direction. You find yourself surrounded by green and fields filled with groups of Holstein and Jersey cows, endless
…show more content…
My past high school campus surrounded me with its green and yellow walls. I would walk slowly to class, scared to run into someone as the fog surrounded the entirety of my vision. 7:40 AM. Walking into the first of my seven classes of the day, one by one, I saw pale, bronzed, olive and cocoa faces take up the approximately forty eight desks arranged in groups of five, filling the entire class room space. I chose to sit in the group at the front of the class, while everyone else began to fill up the seats in the groups behind mine. My parents always reminded me the importance of sitting in the front of the class,“Don’t forget to sit at the front of the class!”. I took my textbook, notebook, pencil and planner out of my heavy-duty backpack and carefully placed them on my desk. As I waited for my teacher, I turned my head, observed the rest of my classmates: some on the phone, others chewed gum with their mouths opened, and girls gossiped about “the latest news on the Kardashians.” The teacher walked in at 7:45, I sat patiently and noticed that only a few of my classmates adjusted themselves in their seats and slammed their books on their desks; the rest of the class continued to do what they were doing before, effortlessly, as if nothing had
My past high school campus surrounded me with its green and yellow walls. I would walk slowly to class, scared to run into someone as the fog surrounded the entirety of my vision. 7:40 AM. Walking into the first of my seven classes of the day, one by one, I saw pale, bronzed, olive and cocoa faces take up the approximately forty eight desks arranged in groups of five, filling the entire class room space. I chose to sit in the group at the front of the class, while everyone else began to fill up the seats in the groups behind mine. My parents always reminded me the importance of sitting in the front of the class,“Don’t forget to sit at the front of the class!”. I took my textbook, notebook, pencil and planner out of my heavy-duty backpack and carefully placed them on my desk. As I waited for my teacher, I turned my head, observed the rest of my classmates: some on the phone, others chewed gum with their mouths opened, and girls gossiped about “the latest news on the Kardashians.” The teacher walked in at 7:45, I sat patiently and noticed that only a few of my classmates adjusted themselves in their seats and slammed their books on their desks; the rest of the class continued to do what they were doing before, effortlessly, as if nothing had