John Cage Essay

First days are usually the best and sometimes the scariest, in some cases they turn out to be the worst of days of a person’s life. On our first days of doing something, we all have expectations; everyone expects to have the best experience on his/her first day, but these expectations sometimes end up to be the opposite of what we expected. Sometimes they turn out to be a mixture of both the best moments and the worst. Similarly, I have a first day that I think will forever be in my mind; that is

"We should probably head into the jungle to look so then at least we won't be as vulnerable as we are out here in the open "commented Carlos "Alright then," agreed Shane "let's head out first thing in the morning, but until then we should try and get some sleep" As the four children wandered into the small cave Carlos had created, the sun seemed to dissolve over the horizon and disappeared for the night. Tyrone woke up to the bluish green smell of the sea and fish, the sun just starting to

It has been a month since my parent’s divorce. I was torn. All of my world was beautiful until that one day where I would see my mom more than my dad. The problem is, I am more alike with my dad than my mom, so I like to hang out with him rather than her. We both have brilliant blue eyes and pale skin, but my hair is curly and his isn’t. That is the only difference. “Aleah!” my mom calls, “You have a phone call!” I rush downstairs to answer the phone. I bet it is my friend calling. “Hello?”

The first thing that pops out in the room is the crinkled up wrappers, scattered around the room everywhere, some torn up and in the trash. There were even some wrappers that were still brand new, some on tubs and bottles, and some of them unfinished and uncolored. These wrappers had all different colors and designs, but they all read, “Ez Energy.” All of the wrappers were very glossy but also smooth, you could hear the crinkle noise when you felt the wrappers. In the room there were at least over

that I will kill you once I—” “I too want to be free,” stated Naruto who looked up from his opened hands and towards the cage in the corner. He did not know the seriousness of the danger that lay in that cage, but he instinctly knew that there was no danger for him as long as he conveyed what he wanted to say next correctly. What do you mean by that, human? Where is your cage? What pain could you have possibly

illusion I conducted an experiment with was the “Bird in a Cage” illusion. In the illusion, there were two parrots. One green parrot and one red cardinal facing each other with a cage in-between them. The instructions were to concentrate on the eye of the red parrot for twenty seconds and then look at the center of the cage. The following instructions were to do the same experiment, but with the green cardinal next. When looking in the cage after the twenty seconds, you could see a glimmer of a faint

¨Yerr Eli, why they testing me? Like I don't always keep the hammer next to me? Like I ain't got a hitter to the left of me? Like we ain't in these streets more than sesame? If that's ya chick, then why she texting me? Why she keep calling my phone speaking sexually? Every time I'm out, why she stressing me? You call her Stephanie? I call her Headphanie ( Young M.A.)¨. This one of the very few songs that is being broadcasted across the U.S. Many children hear this and do not understand the meaning

Everything was going well, or so I thought. An arena, approximately the size of a large dome, was constructed of a soft sand floor, stone walls, and numerous rows of seats specifically for guests to watch as a criminal chose his fate. Down below, there are two doors; one door sections off a beastly tiger, while the other curtains off a beautiful lady. Just as everyone was carrying along with their daily lives, I had to take a stern talking to my beautiful daughter, the Princess. “I love him,

of his side. I gagged a little swallowing the bite. Bits of him tickling and getting caught in the back of my throat. Fur is always hard to swallow. As I continued to gnaw onto him, a photo on the wall next to the cage caught my eye. It was a photo of all seven of them in their cage, on the bottom it was captioned, ‘my best friends’ in smeared ink. I felt a small pang in my chest when I looked down to the bloody, unidentifiable mass in my hands. A lot had changed since then. I swiped my mouth with

Sycorax and Caliban's cage for me. It's absolutely filthy." The young boy sighed, then agreed to clean the cage out. He put the rats into a smaller cage with some food and water while he took the dirty cage outside to clean it out. He absolutely resented it. He cleaned the cage out and then took it back inside. He opened the two doors, then put the cages together. He looked like he was struggling to keep the two rats from escaping through the small crevice between the cages. Alas, they escaped. There