Parry Sound

The sounds of birds could be heard out here in the African savannah. Dembe had always woken up to this sound and not until recently he had also been woken up by his son, Caden. Caden, like most children, was very energetic and had made a habit of jumping on his father’s bed in order to wake him. So the day began, birds were chirping when all of a sudden everything ceased and here came Caden. He slid along the new, shiny timber floor and braced himself for impact as he rammed into the bedroom…

of the song, I came to the conclusion that the overall goal of the song is to instill patriotic emotions into listeners (specifically young American boys). I feel as though the musical sound provokes one to get excited about the war. With the positive vibe of the music, one can find solace in the uplifting sounds George Cohen cultivated…

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“Music can block out silence, on dark scary roads and in moments of loneliness.” Sometimes when that one perfect song comes on I can just feel all my problems disappear and in that moment I feel free of the world, I feel happy. “We’re told these days that the hottest and fastest wire into memory is our sense of smell, but music must run a close second. Some songs carry us into a certain mood, some to a general region of our past lives” One particular song comes to mind carried along with a…

My lungs were ignited, heart stammering, every muscle threatened to cramp. If I had even stopped running, I would’ve met my demise. Everywhere around me were kids bolting towards the same place I was headed to, safety. Sirens were banging on my eardrums and I forced myself to run faster. I needed to get to the door before it closed. The cell doors started rattling, knew they were closing. If I didn’t make it their in time, then I would be history. An unknown hand grabbed my arm and pulled me…

Loud screeches interrupted the serenity in the room. “Lindsey, grab Precious and shelter yourselves in the living room closet,” my voice was low, but vehement. I ran to the door, the cacophonous sounds becoming nearly intolerable. Voices started cramming my head. How can I fend off these many zombies? I had to. I took a final look at Lindsey and Precious, turned and reached into the closet beside the main door, and pulled out an AK 12. I could do this. My hand reached for the cold knob,…

thought to myself as I gazed around the room. I was sitting on a large leather reclining chair and all of a sudden, the rug started moving beneath me. I was confused and a bit out of sorts. For a few minutes, I sat still as a statue, waiting for the sound to come back, But after five minutes, I thought, I must have been hearing things. Then twenty minutes later it started happening again. Now I was really confused; I leaped up to see a huge moving lump in the rug. I exploded…

In the argument, the breakdown is caused by the semantic noise caused by the word “busy” and physiological noise and the breakdown could have been avoided if the wife mindfully recognized the semantic noise and responded more appropriately. As the wife’s paralanguage in the discussion with her husband about the trash continues, the paralanguage of voice variation becomes louder and the tone gradually becomes more intense while the husband stays calm. Psychologically the wife feels she in not…

Do you ever feel like your ears and your brain don't fully coordinate? Don't worry, you're not the only one. Auditory processing is a disorder referring to how the central nervous system uses or interprets auditory information. When I was 6 years old and in first grade my parents put me through multiple tests at Rochester Hearing and Speech, I was officially diagnosed with auditory processing. Not long after that, I was also diagnosed with ADD. After this, I shortly learned that school wasn't…

“I can’t sleep!” I shout to myself so loud the silence responds with an echo coming from the streets. I say this not because I am frustrated that I cannot sleep but because I know that today is a horrible day. I am the last of my race that isn’t dead or forced to battle others from my kin. This is not a blessing; I am a free 19-year-old man because I was a coward 14 years ago. A while ago, there was a sub-race of humans, that I belong to, called Vocatio Dei. This name loosely translates to…