DESCRIPTIVE TEXT

1. A descriptive text is a text describing a particular person, place, or thing.
2. A Descriptive text describes someone or something in detail.
3. A Descriptive text is often used in other text types.
4. A descriptive text consists of:
    - Identification
      This part introduces the person/thing described.
    - Description
      This part gives the details of the person/thing described. It may describe parts, qualities, and/or characteristics.

5. An example of a descriptive text:

The Terrifying Headmaster

Identification - introduces the person described

Mr. Tucker is the headmaster of my school. He does not wear glasses. His eyes always frighten me even when I refuse to face them. They are sharp, hard, and cold, and he uses them like a whip.

Description - gives the details of the person described

He always washes his hands in a enamel basin in the corner of the room. After he has washed them, he will over to his desk and stand behind it looking at the pupils while he dries his hands on a small, white towel. He dries each finger separately, beginning with the first finger. His fingers are long and white. He rubs them briskly without losing the effect of deliberation and as he rubs them, he looks at us with his eyes.

No one moves while he dries his hands, no one speaks. When he finishes, he will fold the towel and put it in the desk drawer. Then, he will awkwardly smile at us.

Conclusion - optional statement to sum up main ideas

He really terrifies me.

6. Simple Present is mostly used in a descriptive text.

7. Vocabulary list: Adjectives

    Terrified, tired, excited, famous landmark, tranquil beach, luxurious hotel.

PRACTICE 

Choose and cross (X) the correct answer!

Read the following text to answer question 1-5

The Terrifying Headmaster

Mr. Tucker is the headmaster of my school. He does not wear glasses. His eyes always frighten me even when I refuse to face them. They are sharp, hard, and cold, and he uses them like a whip.

He always washes his hands in a enamel basin in the corner of the room. After he has washed them, he will over to his desk and stand behind it looking at the pupils while he dries his hands on a small, white towel. He dries each finger separately, beginning with the first finger. His fingers are long and white. He rubs them briskly without losing the effect of deliberation and as he rubs them, he looks at us with his eyes.

No one moves while he dries his hands, no one speaks. When he finishes, he will fold the towel and put it in the desk drawer. Then, he will awkwardly smile at us.

He really terrifies me.

(Adapted from: I can Jump Puddles by Alan Marshall)