關(guān)于購(gòu)物的SAT作文范文

　　In English, buying things is called “shopping, ”and according to its pronunciation, people have translated it into Chinese as “xia pin,”or blind competition. I experienced this one holiday while purchasing gifts, finding out that this translation is indeed pretty accurate of the general insanity of shopping.

　　Every year entering October, stores begin to busy up get busy because it's the season for increased economic opportunities and profit. In October lots of children buy and wear costumes for Halloween, and thus costume companies make themselves as eye catching as possible. November has Thanksgiving, the holiday of expressing thanks and gathering together, where shoppers race for turkeys and holiday cards; people waiting in a long line to buy presents. Following, Christmas in December pushes the holiday spirit of Americans into high tide. Stores turn up their lights; all presents conceivable are available. The cars that drive by a storefront are packed, perhaps sporting a green tree tied to the roof, bringing tidings of the holiday. Even the day following Christmas,businesses sell discount merchandise to attract purchasers. The onslaught of grabbing hands is well received by commodities.

　　Last Thanksgiving we decided to see for ourselves what extreme holiday shopping would be like. The day before, I searched thoroughly through the papers for ads,drawing routes to the stores we wanted to go, and calling up friends to get the times,places, and even aisles inside the stores of where we wanted to get our items. Most of our friends weren't interested in food or clothing but the high-tech hardware items. Normally expensive, on this day some would be less than half price. Nearing midnight, we excitedly turned in, wishing each other good night and slipping into dream.

　　At around 4 a. m. the next day, the doorbell woke me up. Who could ring this early? I rubbed my weary eyes and walked downstairs, opening the door. It was my friend that I had last seen just a couple of hours ago; what was he doing here this early?

　　He came in and told us about his University of Texas student brother who was currently in front of the hardware store: there was a monstrous line in front of folks who had camped there the night before. Really? There was no time to lose; I called up a few other friends and rushed my mother to drive us to the store. Dad went to a different shop to buy me a new bike. On the way to our destination, we dreamed about the goods we were about to lay hands on, clenching and unclenching our fists in anticipation.

　　At the main entrance we were totally shocked: the monstrous line was in fact more monstrous than we had thought. Americans were for the most part moral polite here; not many cut in line. We walked to the very end of the queue, hoping for good luck inside the store; the cold, winter wind blew away our earlier eagerness. Half an hour later, the store finally opened. The people's spirits were reawakened, and they inched forward in two rows. The crowd was well ordered, or at least before they reached the door. As soon as they entered, they ran much faster than normal, yelling much louder than usual, charging toward what they longed for. The surprised cries of those who found their items mix with the sighs of those who found the items they sought depleted. The plan my friends and I had couldn't feasibly work under these thunderous conditions, and we disbanded to fend for ourselves. At the end, counting up my “spoils of war, ” I saw that I had “l(fā)ooted” memory sticks, power strips, walkie-talkies, MP3 players, antispy ware programs-for they were cheap or free. Not a few of them required rebates though-sending in a proof of purchase to the company to receive a check for most of the cost back. All that one would have to pay was the tax for these “free” items. This was what many people got up early for.

　　At the superstore we met one of Dad's colleagues, who proudly reported having waited in line a few places behind the governor of Texas. They had talked, and it looked like the governor had a shopping craze too.

　　At home, the brand-new mountain bike Dad had bought for me sat in the garage. Mom went for a trip to a clothing store, buying winter clothes for everyone.

　　At the end we made a comprehensive calculation: the day after that holiday, we spent a few times more than we had ever spent on a shopping trip. I whispered: “We've really gone crazy! ”

　　Last year, for Thanksgiving and Christmas, we didn't go anywhere. We stayed at home and slept. Upon rising, Dad slyly cheered: “Hey! Today we've saved a ton of money! ”