Her First Ball Emphatic Writing
English Literature Coursework (1)
Prose – Emphatic Writing
I was on the way to my first ball. It did not matter that I shared the cab with the Sheridan girls and their brother. I tried to stay calm, but I was very excited about this new experience.
We arrived at the drill hall, where the ball was. There were cabs in front of us and cabs behind and happy couples everywhere in the bright streets. Inside, the girls went into the Ladies’ room. It was crowded with girls getting ready for the ball. There were putting on powder, hair pins, and ribbons.
The programmes were passed around, “Waltz 3”, “Polka 4”, and I and the girls went into the hall. The dancing had not begun, and the hall has very noisy with people talking. I was amazed, and was glad I had decided to come. Earlier in the afternoon, I hadn’t wanted to go. The wonderful hall and the beautiful people made me breathless.
All the girls stood grouped together at one side of the doors, the men on the other side. I was then introduced to a lot of girls by my cousin Meg. However, the girls were all looking towards to men.
Suddenly, the men started walking across the floor. When they came up to the girls, the men’s names were put down in the girl’s programs. Several men put their names in my program too, and one of them was an older, fat man. Then the music began and couples started dancing.
I had learned how to dance at boarding school. Suddenly a man came up to me and offered me his arm. I enjoyed dancing with him, he steered so well. The man asked if I had been to the Bells’ last week. He was surprised when I told him this was my first dance.
Certainly, my partner did not say very much. Almost immediately the band started and my second partner seemed to spring from the ceiling. He asked exactly the same questions as the last one. We danced for a while, and then we went for an ice in the supper room.
When we came back, the fat man was waiting for me. When we were dancing, he told me he had been to
Prose – Emphatic Writing
I was on the way to my first ball. It did not matter that I shared the cab with the Sheridan girls and their brother. I tried to stay calm, but I was very excited about this new experience.
We arrived at the drill hall, where the ball was. There were cabs in front of us and cabs behind and happy couples everywhere in the bright streets. Inside, the girls went into the Ladies’ room. It was crowded with girls getting ready for the ball. There were putting on powder, hair pins, and ribbons.
The programmes were passed around, “Waltz 3”, “Polka 4”, and I and the girls went into the hall. The dancing had not begun, and the hall has very noisy with people talking. I was amazed, and was glad I had decided to come. Earlier in the afternoon, I hadn’t wanted to go. The wonderful hall and the beautiful people made me breathless.
All the girls stood grouped together at one side of the doors, the men on the other side. I was then introduced to a lot of girls by my cousin Meg. However, the girls were all looking towards to men.
Suddenly, the men started walking across the floor. When they came up to the girls, the men’s names were put down in the girl’s programs. Several men put their names in my program too, and one of them was an older, fat man. Then the music began and couples started dancing.
I had learned how to dance at boarding school. Suddenly a man came up to me and offered me his arm. I enjoyed dancing with him, he steered so well. The man asked if I had been to the Bells’ last week. He was surprised when I told him this was my first dance.
Certainly, my partner did not say very much. Almost immediately the band started and my second partner seemed to spring from the ceiling. He asked exactly the same questions as the last one. We danced for a while, and then we went for an ice in the supper room.
When we came back, the fat man was waiting for me. When we were dancing, he told me he had been to