The Gummy Bear Song: A Short Story

Everything was loud. The overstuffed bus of children was leaving the school parking lot for its normal route of sudden stops, unforgiving bumps, and of course, transporting students to their destinations. Opposite from every other child on the bus, I sit quietly in seat fourteen listening to the screaming laughter and shrill excitement of the conclusion of another school year. I sit there in silence because I knew that it would be my last bus ride home. I was trying to take everything in: the smell of the old brown bus seats, the half opened windows that tried to keep us cool, the pleasantly plump and incredibly sweet bus driver, and the jovial and rambunctious sounds of kids cackling and yelping. At every stop, I could

“Hell is a cauldron of boulders and trees…It’s a wild place…The cliffs all around it are spectacular, hundreds of metres high in places. There’s a series of small cliffs called Satan’s Steps

Yet it is the amalgamation between individuals within a wider community which aids in the realisation of what is important to us. The women, diverse in nationality, race and social status, against the will of their captors form the vocal orchestra. This decision sought to bring a sense of beauty and hope in the face of the squalor and deprivations given to them in the Japanese hell camps. It also exercised a freedom to choose beauty rather than despair in the face of the brutal constraints of the camp and the duress of their gaolers. Through “just humming”, the vocal orchestra was essential in proving to the imprisoned women that during times of great stress and duress that they could rewrite their lives and escape into a world not bound by barbed wire and brutality.

This is article has taken an interest with both views of how music can affect you. The article examines Holocaust survivors and how they react to music. During the holocaust the Nazis used music as an element of torture. For instance, singing on command, where failure to obey or satisfy the guards could incur fatal consequences, was used to frighten, humiliate, and degrade prisoners. (Atarah 1223) Interviewing multiple survivors and examining how music effected their life before, during and after the Holocaust the article proves that it had

Just a few gummy bears at a time pose no real health concerns. While small amounts are deemed safe; large amounts of consumption leads to tooth decay. Remember to brush!

The purpose of this experiment is to conduct what happens to gummy bears when we put them into different liquids. When we were done we gathered data and saw that the gummy bears ended up with different textures and sizes. There were only some minor differences. For water after a day, the length changed, the width, height, and mass. For salt water only the mass changed, before it was 2.6 and after it was 1.5 grams. The next liquid is sugar water, and for that liquid all the of the data changed. The length was 3 cm before, after it was 3.5 cm. The width of the gummy bear was 3 cm before, after it was 1 cm, and after it was 1.5 The height was 2 cm, and changed to 1 cm. Lastly is the mass, it was 2.6 and the after it changed to 5.1. The

The chapter started with Cole still lying down on the ground with a broken arm, pelvis, and rib. Today, Cole’s blood was running fast than the streaming rain until the bear approached him. The bear sniffed at Cole as if he had a strong desire to know something about Cole. As the bear stayed motionless, Cole was 100 percent sure that this gigantic beast would kill him. Strangely, Cole was not scared of the bear anymore. After the fear was gone, Cole decides to rub his shoulder so he could feel the warmth. Suddenly, the bear moves and proceeds his way to the bay.

Before hearing this lecture, I had no concept of the types of music in concentration camps, much less a sense of the music within World War II. The lecture taught me how music and the arts are something that can’t ever be stopped. Even though it’s not mandatory for human life or a lucrative career it has permanently etched a place inside of culture and the continuation of history.

s tale is a rebuttal to the tale told by the friar insulting summoners. In this tale, the summoner highlights the hypocrisy of a particular friar. Before telling his tale the summoner says that friars and demons are not too different. He tells of a friar who had a vision of hell. While being showed around the friar noticed that no other friars were around. When he asked about the other friars, it was revealed that they were all inside of Satan’s anus.

In this sophisticated picture book, I really connected with the main character, Gus who is a polar bear, because he made me think about friendship, love and death in a different and gentler way. Because from the very start, to the very end of this book, Gus was always lonely, and as soon as something good happened in his life, it disappeared as quickly as it came. Gus lives in an enormous zoo in an even larger city, and apart from the children and zoo keepers coming to see Gus, Gus had no one he could actually communicate with. Until one day Ida, a female polar bear came. Ida and Gus incredibly quickly became the best of friends, and Ida was always with Gus. Then one miserable day, Gus learns that Ida is dreadfully sick, and she will not heal.

Sugar Bear faked a cheating scene with another man so he could add drama to the reality show, “Marriage Boot Camp: Reality Stars.” Most people know that reality shows are not exactly reality and they have fake things thrown in for added drama. However, a source told Radar Online, Jan. 20, 2016, that Sugar Bear might be faking his relationship with another man

I have never felt so scared in my life, running from demons to save someone we don’t know for a place we don’t know. Running up the steps with Tock nipping my ankles to run faster. We broke down the door that led into the Princess tower. This door was a beautiful gold and ruby door, but something was wrong, the door was already open. After search the whole tower, I couldn’t find the princesses. They were gone. I went upstairs to the bedroom, still nothing. I looked around the room and found something carved into the wall. “We don’t need numbers.” I had no idea what this meant. “Let’s go.” I sad to Tock, “the demons have to be close.” I see the Humbug, hardly able to stand. His legs were like spaghetti, with his whole body shaking from fear.

The prickles snatched at the follicles on his arms, at the veins in his brain, and finally attracted his core, making him practically spring out of bed. He stumbled back to the easel that had glowing, red eyes and fell into the seat. This was unusual, an extreme version of an everyday ritual. No questions were asked, he knew what to blame, but that still didn’t keep him from wondering why there was so much intensity. Arms flew frantically and limber fingers traced the outline of a painting. If he weren’t so conscious already, he could have mistaken the body parts for someone else’s. Scratches of black and rotten brown covered the canvas in an ugly, disturbing light, where just yesterday, colorful splatters would have been. Alarmed, Hall tried to break his suction from the craft, but was unsuccessful and alternatively was cast into even deeper adhesion. Thievery, poverty, and starvation crept onto the page through his brush’s tip and managed to kill every piece of civilization and happiness that might have been there before. Then, against common understanding, a murderer welcomed themselves into the illustration: gunfire. Time sped up before it slowed down and Hall eventually found himself slouched in the corner of the room. To his surprise he was both shaking, either from fear or adrenaline, and crying powerfully. He thought of nothing for the longest time; one of the only moments when a canvas

As men behold the sky with their heads set in a perpendicular direction, they forsake their dreams; and they forget their sacred images over this derelict ground. Over the way where thousands of cars and racing vehicles rendered the multiplied and consecutive beating acts to our city, the four

The prisoners in the “Allegory of the Cave” were constantly fed with shadow images that were artificially created by the men behind the wall, leading the prisoners to believe that the images