Descriptive Paragraph
Thomas Kim
Mrs. Beren
HELA 10, Hour 1
10 November 2014
School
It is 8:33 am. Students make quick glances at the clock, mentally begging for it to turn faster. Time almost seems to move backwards, and every passing second feels like an hour. Ding! Finally, class has ended. Hordes of students escape the classroom quicker than a pack of gazelle running from a ferocious tiger. They begin to walk through the halls and instantly search for someone to converse with and discuss how uninterested they were in the previous class. Being the intelligent individuals they are, at the same time, almost every student in the school decides to use the main staircase. Walking up the main staircase is like standing in an elevator with 20 people over maximum occupancy and having to get to the top floor of the Empire State Building. The two-minute bell rings. Students bid farewell to their friends for another excruciating hour, and the pace of the students quickens. A majority of the students go to class. The final bell rings. The students remaining in the halls begin their walk towards the tardy tracker, about as quickly as a sloth without arms or legs. They can be heard complaining and openly expressing their opinions of tardy tracker. Class begins, and students begin staring at the clocks, calculating how much longer they must suffer.
Mrs. Beren
HELA 10, Hour 1
10 November 2014
School
It is 8:33 am. Students make quick glances at the clock, mentally begging for it to turn faster. Time almost seems to move backwards, and every passing second feels like an hour. Ding! Finally, class has ended. Hordes of students escape the classroom quicker than a pack of gazelle running from a ferocious tiger. They begin to walk through the halls and instantly search for someone to converse with and discuss how uninterested they were in the previous class. Being the intelligent individuals they are, at the same time, almost every student in the school decides to use the main staircase. Walking up the main staircase is like standing in an elevator with 20 people over maximum occupancy and having to get to the top floor of the Empire State Building. The two-minute bell rings. Students bid farewell to their friends for another excruciating hour, and the pace of the students quickens. A majority of the students go to class. The final bell rings. The students remaining in the halls begin their walk towards the tardy tracker, about as quickly as a sloth without arms or legs. They can be heard complaining and openly expressing their opinions of tardy tracker. Class begins, and students begin staring at the clocks, calculating how much longer they must suffer.