Ordinary People Discriptive Essay
Shelby O’Rourke
English II – 5th
August 27, 2014
Radio
Excerpt:
They ride the rest of the way to her house in silence, her and on his arm, the soft purr of the heater backing up the music on the radio. As they round the corner, she suddenly sits up very straight in the seat. “Damn,” she says. “Oh, damn.”
Added Description of the Object: Conrad jumps swiftly into the drivers side of the rusted, orange-tinted car and sinks into the ripped up cloth seats. Jeannine scoots over as she rubs her old, washed out blue jeans against the seat and pulls her feet in, as they clonk onto the floor, small groups of dust rise like a puff from a cigarette. As Conrad turns the keys they rattle softly and the engine roars like an angry lion. As they slam their doors shut, there is a loud boom as the radio blares through the speakers, which causes Conrad and Jeannine to jump back in their seats. They strap in their seatbelts and listen for the familiar click, then slump back into the seats, as the thin strands of air slip through the small tears in the seats from the pressure. There is a soft rumble in the background of the radio from the beaten up car engine. The crackle from the radio fills the car, and the silence between Conrad and Jeannine. Switching stations, Conrad rolls his thumb against the thin ridges on the dial, crackling noises come up like the rustling of a bag of chips. Then a blast of voices begin to speak, the news team gives and update on a rainstorm approaching, the busy traffic to avoid, and the dull, repetitive story about a sketchy looking, yeti-like man who is a suspect of a murder case that the news team will never explain fully. The same stories are told and Conrad still sits in silence as Jeannine wraps her soft and delicate hand in his arm. The two ride along the winding road, watch the trees go by too fast out of the dusty window, and sneak fast glances at one another, as soft and gentle smiles sweep across their pale lips. (179)
Analytical
English II – 5th
August 27, 2014
Radio
Excerpt:
They ride the rest of the way to her house in silence, her and on his arm, the soft purr of the heater backing up the music on the radio. As they round the corner, she suddenly sits up very straight in the seat. “Damn,” she says. “Oh, damn.”
Added Description of the Object: Conrad jumps swiftly into the drivers side of the rusted, orange-tinted car and sinks into the ripped up cloth seats. Jeannine scoots over as she rubs her old, washed out blue jeans against the seat and pulls her feet in, as they clonk onto the floor, small groups of dust rise like a puff from a cigarette. As Conrad turns the keys they rattle softly and the engine roars like an angry lion. As they slam their doors shut, there is a loud boom as the radio blares through the speakers, which causes Conrad and Jeannine to jump back in their seats. They strap in their seatbelts and listen for the familiar click, then slump back into the seats, as the thin strands of air slip through the small tears in the seats from the pressure. There is a soft rumble in the background of the radio from the beaten up car engine. The crackle from the radio fills the car, and the silence between Conrad and Jeannine. Switching stations, Conrad rolls his thumb against the thin ridges on the dial, crackling noises come up like the rustling of a bag of chips. Then a blast of voices begin to speak, the news team gives and update on a rainstorm approaching, the busy traffic to avoid, and the dull, repetitive story about a sketchy looking, yeti-like man who is a suspect of a murder case that the news team will never explain fully. The same stories are told and Conrad still sits in silence as Jeannine wraps her soft and delicate hand in his arm. The two ride along the winding road, watch the trees go by too fast out of the dusty window, and sneak fast glances at one another, as soft and gentle smiles sweep across their pale lips. (179)
Analytical