The alterations of Thomas Edison impacted highly the way Americans live and work. In 1877, he began to attempt to record and playback sound by using a machine later called the tinfoil phonograph. After exploring the telephone, which transmitted sound, he found that the sound “vibrations are indented nicely” and wrapped it up thinking that he could store and replay the human voice at any time thoroughly. On the first week of December in 1877, Edison hired a machinist by the name of John Kruesi to construct the phonograph. Once constructed, he put the tin foil on and turned the handle.
Meet my Jazz band. This is a picture of us in New Orleans my junior year during spring break to play Jazz. I decided upon this picture because this band has had such a profound impact on how I frame my future. My connection with music through the piano has been fostered ever since I could reach those shiny black and white collection of keys. Starting at the age of four, playing the classical music of Mozart and Bach was what my musical background was founded upon, with tangible medals and accomplishments as achievements.
For as long as I could remember, I have wanted to be a drum major of my high school marching band, The Mighty Marching Bucks of Hoke County High (MMB). A drum major is the leader of the marching band and also second in command under the Director. Before I was honored and presented with this title, I had what is known to be the “drum major instinct”. The “drum major instinct” was well described in Dr. Martin Luther King Jr’s final sermon “The Drum Major Instinct”.
I am a pioneer! My pioneer story isn’t your average Latter Day Saint pioneer story, as far as historical LDS stories go! I was raised by goodly parents, I was born and raised in Spokane Washington. I am the youngest of three children born to Jim and Shannon Newell. My brother James is the oldest and four years older than myself.
Kat Stratford’s Navigation Through Adolescence Throughout the film, 10 Things I Hate About You, Kat Stratford was the central protagonist who experienced life through the lens of adolescence (Junger, 1999). Stratford’s peers perceived her as callous and coarse, so as a result, she was an outcast from many of the school’s social cliques. Nonetheless, Stratford was very mature and intelligent; she simply had a bad habit of speaking her mind too often. As a result, her impulsivity made her appear as if she was a disrespectful know-it-all.
I have been doing some thinking about our conversation a few days ago and have concluded that I will take you up on the offer! I just sold my old bike and now have some money left over that I can use to pay for those seminars. I am going to see how soon I can get this done, I am going to look at the dates and send my form in. I will keep you posted on the status of things as they get processed.
What did you physically experience during this simulation? I was the first to get my ears plugged for this hearing loss simulation. Beforehand, I thought that this experience would not be too difficult, but the instant I had those earplugs inserted, I realized just how difficult this would actually before. I felt a slight pressure in my head, and approximately a 40-50% loss in my overall hearing ability.
My personal Artifact is a baseball my son and I caught at the Giants game. It is white, round, has red stitches, and is smooth when new, but when we caught it it was beat up and the blue writing on it was smeared. A baseball is small and light in size. It can be thrown at speeds up to 100 MPH, or hit at at speeds higher than 100MPH, so when playing the game or watching you should be paying attention at all times. A baseball is made of a rubber or cork center, wrapped in yarn very tight, covered by white leather with red stitching around the out side, making it a very hard ball.
When I started my senior year of highschool, I was ecstatic to tell all my friends that I didn’t have to suffer through the horrors of a math class. I was finally free! Instead, I am taking four music classes, among them, AP music theory. On the first day I realized I had made a grave mistake-- Music is nothing but math!
Studies have shown that learning how to read and play music, and even listening to music has an impact on the development of the brain. Music requires the use of both the left and right sides of the brain. After learning music I have noticed a change in the way I view music, my social skills and my thought processes. All of these things I believe are at least partially because of being in band and, they have all changed my life for the better After learning how to read and play music I noticed that I view, or should I say hear, music in a completely different way.
Farmer’s markets allow families to experience the culture and passions of local merchants, farmers, and friends through freshly produced foods. In these communities, people buy nutritious goods difficult to find in their local grocery stores. For the past decade, the locavore movement has influenced and convinced many people to eat locally grown products as much as possible because they claim it preserves the environment. However, many people disagree with this movement stating even though it supports local farmers, it hurts farmers in other places. They also say it ignores economies of scale involving good miles.
Personal Narrative It all started during band. Before the bell rang everyone was supposed to have their instruments, so me, David, and Arthur assembled our trombones. When the bell rang Mr.Glover told us that the trombones to practice in the old choir room. So we went straight into the band room when we found out what songs we were to play.
Early in my life, I used books as an escape from the harsh reality in front of me. When I was around five years old, I was trapped in an abusive and sheltered household. When the yelling started, I used to hide under my bed and stay very quiet. I would read any book that I could find to keep my mind off what was happening around me. I made myself a safe space under my bed with a light and pillows.
My history as a writer has been a bit of a struggle of slow development. From a young age I had a hard time with spelling and this is still a trouble area for me, even with the help of autocorrect. As I grew in age and as a writer my problematic area became not including enough nitty gritty details. My bad experiences that I recall would always involve the start of writing because I struggle with beginning paragraphs. Also, I tend to use the ending paragraph to just repeat myself, so overall my first and last paragraphs are usually shit.
When I was younger I went to see the Chicago Symphony Orchestra. Along side of the music being played were silent vignettes. That night as we entered the theater, I vividly remember right before we got our seats, a man handing out playbills said to my parents, "there is a point here where two men kiss each other". My parents said, "okay". We sat down and that was that.
