My Grandad.
The most important person in my life is my Grandad, this is for a variety of different reasons.
His dress sense is always interesting; he wears quirky but appauling outfits. Whenever I see him he reminds me of a hobit. This is because of his oversized clothes choices.
My Grandad typically wears a chalky white cotton vest, which tiny wispy threads tend to dangle off; extremly baggy, beige coloured trousers; a cosy, comfortable cardigan in chocolate brown tones; well worn slipper boots textured with complicated winter snowflake patterns in baby blue and thick, woolie woman's bed socks, soft to the touch completed with crazy, whacky colours such as illuminous neon pink and plum purple
From first glances and impressions, my Grandad always without fail has an ultra-unique smile. An ear to ear grin with pleasant parly white teeth (fake of course). Anybody could easily mistake him for George Clooney.
Greeting new people and family members with arms sprawled open wide, like a speedy snappy venus fly trap in the freenest, tropical amazon!
My Grandad has many hobbies beyond belief! He adores meeting new aquaintences on holiday. In his busy hometown Blackpool, not a single person he walks past is unfamiliar. Typically my Grandad enjoys crosswords; Deal or no deal and long gentle strolls on the local promenade- this is usually accompanied with scrumptious fish, caught fresh from the clear, sapphire blue depths of the oceans followed by a crispy, golden layer of batter and soft, mouth watering potato chips topped p with crystal sea salt, well-grounded pepper corns, vinegar, and the classic favourite: Heinz ketchup sachets.
Sunday nights tend to tingle my Grandads mixed emotions as fortunate and unfortunate events happen. Sunday roast dinners are the main highlights of them.
The meal often includes: Luxurious, well cooked roast potatoes and yorkshire puddings delivered with a delicious, crispy edge, volumptious, juicy meat cooked in homemade, splendid onion gracy and plump, steamed brussel sprouts.
Unfortunatly I have to depart for goodbyes with my dear Grandad and leave back to the cheerful countryside in Cheshire.
My Grandad has been with me from birth, through painful operations and tropical holidays. I completley repect this man; he has supported all my life descions.
So if you see that preppy, cheerful hobit walking down the North-West streets full of delightful qualities, it will probably, without a single doubt be my lovely Grandad.
It got given an A, but I just wanted to see what you guys think.
10 points, thankyou x
Teachers take a lot of different factors into grading
What was the prompt?
They must have been grading more on just structure and grammar
Also, what grade is this for, and for what class?
Many different things factor into the grading process