Descriptive Essay

Describe an afternoon at the bus station

It was two o’clock in the afternoon. I was heading towards the bus station with
Mohan after Mrs Wong’s extra class. The sun was beating mercilessly on my back and I
could feel my sweat trickling down my spine. I have often wished that my mother would
allow me to ride a motorcycle to school. She says that I am not ready but we both know that
she is terrified that a car would knock me down.

When I reached the bus station, it was nearly empty except for a handful of boys.
Mohan and I strode to a bench near the stationmaster’s office. I could feel the tension on
my shoulders as the straps of my school bag ate into my shoulder. “Where is the bus?” I
sighed to myself. An elderly woman came and asked me where I was going. She started a
conversation but gave up after my monosyllable answers.

Suddenly, someone shouted and I saw a bus swerved into the station. I got up,
thankful for the chance to escape from the woman. . It was Mohan’s bus. The group of boys
were jostling each other to get into the bus. “Masuk! Masuk!” shouted the conductor but
nobody seemed to be moving. The black fumes made me nauseous. All of a sudden, people
started appearing from all directions to board their bus. In no time, the passengers were
packed like sardines in the bus. It started to move, leaving some unfortunate passengers
behind. I waved at Mohan when I noticed him dangling on the steps of the bus. The bus
swerved out of the station again. It left another trail of black smoke.

I decided to go to Panjang’s ice stall. The iced sugar cane juice soothed my parched
throat as I sipped slowly, all the while keeping an eye on the bus. Then I saw the bus
heading towards the station. I paid for my drinks. “See you tomorrow,” I waved to Panjang.

Once more, the crowd began to swell near the bus. I noticed that the elderly woman
was being shoved around by the boys. She started hitting them with her umbrella. Then, I
saw Raja, my classmate at the back of the bus. I hurled my bag through the window and he
caught it. By the time I got into the bus, it had already started moving. I got into my seat and
told myself that I must really try to convince my mother about the motorcycle again.

Source: By Jenny Tan

Write story ending with: "...That is the reward for my patience and hardwork."

No guts no glory. No pain no gain. Those are my life mottos. I feel that nothing can
be achieved by simply sitting and doing absolutely nothing to make dreams come true. Life
can be so hard especially when you are not born with silver spoon in your mouth. It is also
the time when true friends are hard to come by just because you do not much money to
treat them at Kentucky Fried Chicken or Burger King. That is something that I have
experienced ever since my family moves to this metropolitan city and I study in the new
school.

In my new school, I study hard to complete with all my fellow classmates who come
from all walks of life but most are from rich background. They have all that I have ever
wanted in my life but fail to get. They can buy branded shoes and clothes, unlike my worn
out Bata. They afford the latest handphones brands with the latest technology but me?
There is nothing I could do to be on par with them. So, I just let them show off their fancy
gadgets without feeling remorse with the fact that I am only an ordinary student coming
from a family clerk. I just feel sad that they act as if I do not have feelings. I do not feel the
least discourage since I know that I can also be like them one day if I work hard enough to
score in my SPM exam.

Day after day, night after night, I do not to do anything else but concentrate on my
studies. SPM examination is just around the corner and I have no other wish apart from
wanting to pass SPM with flying colours. My parents are my inspirations. They always
remind me to work hard and change our fate, make them proud as well as prove to
everybody that a son of a plain clerk can also succeed in life and deserve some respect. At
times, I feel so stressed out that I almost give up and cry. Nevertheless, thinking of my
parent's hope and wishes, I would never surrender and that is my final decision. I engage
myself in group discussion, have consultations with my Physics and Chemistry teachers, the
two subjects that I am weak at as well as burn as much midnight oil as possible to attain my
ultimate goal-10A+ in the exam. Sometimes, I feel overworked myself but I know I have to
muster every single one of my strength to pull through this ordeal and pray that it will end
soon.

The most awaited moment has arrived. With prayers and good luck wishes from my
father and mother, I step into my examination hall with full awareness that I have to do
really well in the exam to realize all my parent's dreams and mine. The torturous moments
last for three weeks and as far as I am concerned time really flies but I trust myself that I
have given my very best for each paper.

March 2019 comes I heard on the television that the SPM 2017 result will be out today.
With anticipation and nervousness I walk to school with my good friend , Samah. I cannot
imagine getting less than 8A+ because according to my counsellor, only getting 8A+ will be
able to secure any scholarship, something which is very important to me due to my parent's
incapability to pay for my tertiary education. The moment Ms. Asiah, my form teacher
hands me the result slip, my heart skips a beat. I am cold from feet to toe from the
suspense. Then the moment arrives! It is the most unforgettable time of my life. I manage
to get 10A+ and my prayer has been answered. Thank God for giving me opportunity to
succeed and make my parents proud. That is the reward for my patience and hardwork.

Source: By Roshini Bala