Sandpaper

The first overlap between sensation and perception during organisation and perception is the influence of expectation during sensation, on the perceptual process. For example, if a person is expecting to feel a texture such as sandpaper but feel the fluffy bunny, their perception of this sensation will often be distorted. Organisation and interpretation, along with each of the previous four processes, occurs for each of the five human senses. Organisation and interpretation are…

ladder and walked out. As I am almost out of the barn, I saw my favorite cow Sweetie again. I went into our feed room and grabbed a handful of silage. I walked up to her and let her eat it out of my hand while I scratched her head. I felt her wet and sandpaper textured tongue swipe across my hand. I left her, walked out the barn door and latched…

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It wasn't supposed to happen like this, everything was going so well. Pain sears through my leg, I can see Paul through the corner of my eye, he’s hit too. This won't end well for me, Paul should be fine but, I'm hit in the knee; I can feel my body quiver with every throb that is sent through my leg. Why couldn’t I have been hit only a little higher up the leg? Paul keeps trying to tell me that it’s a few inches above my knee, we both know he's only lying to make me worry less. It's not helping.…

Physical Bullying “When people hurt you think of them like sandpaper; they may scratch and hurt you a bit but, in the end, you end up polished and they end up useless.” - Andy Biersack. In other words, bullies will keep being a bully, but at the end of the day they are not better than anyone else. Bullying nowadays isn’t only name calling, but pushing, kicking, hitting and sending mean text messages etc. Bullies are selfish, and they take advantage of others that are weak to take their anger…

Death Doesn’t Ask for Permission Everyone knocks on your door when they enter; unless it’s a thief then they use a different way. But what 's worse is death, with no previous warning or cracks on the door it takes you. That angel of death is very intelligent. Looking back to a heartbreaking experience I had to endure. I can promise death for sure doesn 't ask for permission. I have come to understand the cycle of life and death, and how one can leave this world unexpectedly. Until this day, I…

“Nel was the color of wet sandpaper -- just enough to skip the blows of the pitch black true bloods and the contempt of old women who worried about things as bad blood mixtures and knew that the origins of the mule and the mulatto were one and the same” (Morrison 52). In the black…

my new duties, I scheduled a first aid and CPR training at the local fire station for my staff members and I, because minor injuries were fairly common in our high-action game. Sitting in training, we melted into our seats. Our sandbag eyes and sandpaper tongues suffered from the deluge of shots consumed the night before. Dazed and drowsy, I doubted that any of us retained much from the course. The instructor sounded muffled and slow to me like the adult characters from Peanuts cartoons, “When…

a boa constrictor and won't let go. Every time I breath it comes out in raspy breaths. I try to swallow my spit because it is the only thing closest to water I will get for the next 5,000 meters. Whenever I do swallow my it is as if I am forcing sandpaper down my throat, which is slowing getting smaller. I need to ignore all of that and work on not getting caught in the hoard of girls. I see one girl from my team who is seven minutes slower than me. I try to pass her but she sees me and cuts me…

know that... “You must be Anna right?” Mackenna asked No! You got the wrong person. . . Anna's head thumped in itself, the noise and pressure building inside her head was making her vision blur. She rubbed her hands together as if she was scraping sandpaper against a metal tube; the more she did that the clammier her hands became. The nerve throbbing at the back of her ears, was a constant reminder that this was all too real. She could feel her eyes twitch, and her legs shake a bit; was this…