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1 Name:____________________________ ( ) Date:________ Sec _________ 1. Descriptive writing : Describing an event When describing an event, we can brainstorm about the atmosphere, venue, characters and any noteworthy incidents that happed during the event. In this descriptive essay, the writer focuses on describing an atmosphere that suggests the event will be a disappointment. The writer uses foreshadowing to amply prepare the readers for the eventual disappointment. She does this by describing things associated with the atmosphere and by describing a series of complications to explain why the event did not live up to his expectations. Note also how the writer uses a range of specific adjectives, similes, adverbs and metaphors to make the disappointment palpable. Essay question: Describe an event that you looked forward to which turn out to be disappointing My alarm clock went off and I jolted up in bed, ready to seize the day. It was the day of Party in the Country, a special music festival hosted in a remote part of the countryside. All weekend long, attendants would camp outdoors to enjoy the festivities amongst the serenity of the natural woodland and have a wonderful time. I had been eagerly awaiting this weekend getaway ever since it was announced, especially as my childhood idols, The Funky Monkeys, were playing. Little did I realise that a tumultuous experience awaited me. The drive down to the festival site was scenic but uneventful. Cruising along the highway, I observed the cluttered skyline of the concrete jungle gradually fading into low-rise buildings and eventually I was surrounded by countryside. A vista of rolling pastures flew by my window as my rusty sedan that had seen better days chugged along winding roads. Occasionally, other cars would honk while whizzing by, crammed full of fresh young faces whooping with joy or singing along to the stereo. I smiled to myself as their boisterous sounds trailed off into the distance; clearly I was not alone in my pilgrimage to this grand bonanza. When I finally reached the location, my elation was slightly dampened by an audible squish. I had stepped out of my vehicles and immediately, my sparkling new Doctor Martens boots were half sunk into the damp soil. Rain from the night before had made the ground slick with mud, and the air was stale and musty. Far from the verdant refuge, I had envisioned in my fantasies, this looked more like a muddy swamp. Reassuring myself, I pitched my tent for the night, and got some rest. The following morning, I awoke to the dull thudding of distant music in the background. Dragging myself out of the warm sleeping bag, I already felt hungry. Looking around for my packed food, I realized that ants had breached my tent overnight. Repulsed, I traced the snaking trail of scurrying black bodies all the way to my snack bag, where they had already unceremoniously begun devouring my food. Disgruntled and f