Fight with the Voices

Senator Joseph McCarthy is notorious for his speech where he claimed to have a list of two hundred five communists. He became partially responsible for the communist witch hunts, which cost many people their jobs and their reputations. In his speech “Enemies From Within,” he uses metaphors and appeals to ethos and pathos in order to convince his audience that communism is a major threat to the US, and many powerful people are communist. The United States and USSR were allies during World War II, and only after the war did tensions arise. McCarthy uses metaphors to explain why communism was not treated as such a threat until after the war. He states that the apathy towards communism was due to an “emotional hangover” caused by the war, and “this

When I was just five years old I had my very first experience with a musical instrument. My older brother, Kevin, had brought a clarinet home to practice it in preparation for his weekly private lessons. Once he entered the sixth grade and joined his middle school’s band I became more and more familiar with music as I attended every one of his concerts. Always intrigued but never fascinated, not once did I think that I would one day pick up an instrument of my own. As my brother quickly became a proficient clarinet player, he was selected to perform in one of the California Band Director’s Association Allstate Bands every year. I noticed the improvement in my brother’s performances as he got older and I wondered if I would be able to perform like him one day. Soon after, my family consisting of my mother, father, and brother, moved to the far away land of Georgia. One year after settling down in Marietta, Georgia, I entered the fourth grade at East Side Elementary school. It was my turn to choose an instrument because my brother had begun to play his instrument in the fourth

The last time you watched the news do you remember what story was featured? Or better yet, what was the last commercial you watched, and if you remember, what promises did that product make? These are both seemingly simple questions most of us should be able to answer, but can’t. Why? Well, these things (News, Politics, Advertisements) are all sources we hear from daily if not hourly; consequently, our minds become flooded with so many message that it’s hard to keep track of what’s important when there’s so much bullshit to cipher through.

Born into slavery, rebel Nat Turner an abolitionist was born on October 2, 1800 on the Virginia plantation of Benjamin Turner. When he was a young child, his ambition combined with his intelligence led him to great purposes and to meet great people. Turner ran away in 1821 from his master soon returning because of spiritual voice. These visions Nat has shows that he is a rebel, leader, and also a slave thriving to succeed his goal. He led a group or four men who he trusted the most, Sam, Hark, Nelson, and Sam killing every white person they saw starting with the Travis household. Soon enough Turner’s force went from four to forty, riding horse back. He had led a rebellion to Jerusalem, the nearest town where they ran into federal and state troops. In the end one slave died while the rest escaped and at least fifty five white people were stabbed, clubbed, or shot to death. Nat Turner, a leader, assembled a rebellion allowing slaves to believes that God set Him to free the slaves. He acknowledged other slaves about his prophecy encouraging them to execute slaveholders leading to the murdering of fifty five white people.

Innocent voices is a biographical movie about the littlehood of Chava (Carlos Padilla). Chava lives with his mother, Kella, (Leonor Varela), a dress-maker, his older sister and younger brother on the outside of the town. Their house is barely more than a shack made of tin and wood, but it is home to the little family at the beginning of the war when the father deserted them for the United States. Chava is now the man of the house.

Today, the weather was very humid and warm outside for mid-October. It was a comfortable temperature outside, so I decided to take my fall jacket off because I did not want to be too hot as I was walking around the market. I’m estimating that it was approximately mid to low 20’s in temperature today, so whenever a breeze arose, it was refreshing because it was pretty warm outside. I decided that today I would take a walk through the dessert sections of the market before going to sit by the outdoor firepit. There were many vendors selling fudge and pastries, so this was something I purchased because I was heading home that afternoon and I thought my family would enjoy these treats. The firepit was not turned on today because it was fairly warm outside, but I still decided to sit in one of the Adirondack chairs surrounding the firepit to take in everything that was happening around me. It was very busy at the market around this time because it was the weekend, and everybody was taking the opportunity to spend time with their families outside on the warm fall day. I also noticed an older man performing a compilation of folk songs on the guitar, and a small group of people huddled around the area listening to him perform. I started to become restless after sitting in the chair for about ten minutes, so I decided to continue walking to one of the buildings at the farmer’s market. Throughout my childhood, my parents would usually take me and my sisters to St. Jacobs Farmers’

When one interrupts my musical experience by cracking the front of a note, it often comes with a range of irrepressible sensations. A deafening and eerie silence bursts into the room to where I can hear my own

There is no law that prohibits a protester or a march from conducting a peaceful public assembly. However, the government can restrict the time, place, and the manner according to the First Amendment, Nevertheless, it would be wise for a leader of a protest or march to attain a permit to secure the location for the participant and their safety by getting road and street block. In doing so, if the protest becomes disorderly or wrongful activities. There can be some arrest made if the speech displays fight words. If this mannerism is acknowledged the Supreme Court gives the government authority to interrupt if there is a justification of the circumstance. Therefore, the line between the right to assemble and seek redress of grievances is guaranteed

Picking up the French Horn case, my hands pushed it hard into its locker. The books I had put in there already crumpled as the strong case slid over it. I sighed from the effort that it took for my arms to pick it up over my head and push it in; heart beating slightly faster. My tired hands clasped the caged locker doors, and pushed it not ajar. The case looked as if it was in jail, because of the similarities between the door and the cell door. Eyes darting around the locker, I made sure that I had my music folder and my music book. Gadsden folder, check, and Essential Elements, check, I thought to myself. As soon as I made sure it was all there, my feet led me out of the brass locker room.

The Voices is directed by Marjane Satrapi and written by Michael R. Perry released in 2015. The movie was focusing on the importance of mental illness, crime and even romance. It touches comedy to horror. There were mixed reviews in the public getting both good and bad reception.

It was finally Sunday morning. It was time to check the results from the audition on Saturday for the Regional Junior High School Orchestra. It was the first time I would be auditioning for anything, and it was even harder for someone who wasn’t very comfortable with being judged as soon as a horsehair hit a string. To this day, I will never forget the panicked and anxious cacophony of sound that always emitted from the warm-up room, which only fueled my anxiety.

I dreaded walking into Hartland Music that day. The moment I pushed against those double doors I knew I had made a mistake. But, truthfully, it wasn’t my decision to make, I mean, if I truly had a passion for it I could continue on my own. Still feeling down I greeted the employee at the desk and turned to the left and right making my way down the hallway. I sat down on a cushion near my instructor's room still gripping the envelope so roughly my knuckles turned white. And finally, a young man’s head pops out looking left and right most likely looking for me. He beckons me and holds the door still ushering me in. I planned out ahead of time

The film of “When the Voices meet” is about a woman, Sharon Kats who helped the people in South Africa find their path to peace and human rights. Human equality, human freedom, and peace was a priority for her during that time. Sharon Kats, a white woman experienced Apartheid in South Africa which than led her to become a peacemaker. Sharon Katz supported peace and equality with The Peace Train that she created. She wanted to create peace to gather unify people. She created a quire in order to assemble people of different races to sing together.

Grabbing the cold brass door handle, I could immediately feel a deep rumble move from my hand throughout my body. The vibrations reached my chest and it felt as though my soul was being tenderly caressed and massaged. I swung the door open and I was greeted with a blast of icy air and a wall of sound. To my surprise, the sound was quite sweet to the ears. The wonderful and enthusiastic voice of the singer, the haunting melody of the electric guitar, the thunderous booms of the bass guitar, the warm crisp strumming of the acoustic guitar, topped off with the sustained smooth undertone of the keyboard all complemented the others and blended together. The room was dimly lit with a warm special stage light left to illuminate the band with a bluish-white hue dancing behind on the wall. I was both astonished, proud, but sad at the same time.

I sit down on the brown fluffed up couch and stare straight into the optics of my shrink, Frank, thinking “how did I come here?” Not realizing I was saying it out loud. My shrink responds with “how about you start from the beginning?”, And that is exactly what I did. To be honest, I didn’t know where to start, should I start with the voices in my head or the imaginary people or being inches away from killing my best friend and my sister; nonetheless, no option sounded good, so I started as far back as I could remember.