Here's the prompt:
"Caltech students have long been known for their quirky sense of humor and creative pranks and for finding unusual ways to have fun. What is something that you find fun or humorous?"
Ever since I learned to bang my hands on the piano, I relentlessly sought to experiment with sound; I would scavenge woodblocks to smash or glasses to clash until my distressed mother screamed for me to stop the racket... Years later, I discovered an article on fear-inducing effects of subsonic noise; my hunger for din panged me once again, so I decided to scheme a clever prank to scare my younger brother for fun. While he was out, I hid bass speakers in his room and left his window open; at night, mysterious infrared music oozed from the speakers while a chilly breeze swept throughout his room. Peeking through the crack of the door, I saw my brother huddled in a corner with a blanket wrapped around him as if for protection. I pushed the door ever so slightly so that the hinges squeaked as if a ghost had brushed past his room. His eyes widened with fear. I repeatedly rocked the door until - "Mom! Dad!" Swiftly, I dashed to my room, turned off the sound, and relished my evil cleverness.
I really enjoyed writing this one. ^^ Ha - kinda feel sorry for my brother now, but it was hilarious.
"Caltech students have long been known for their quirky sense of humor and creative pranks and for finding unusual ways to have fun. What is something that you find fun or humorous?"
Ever since I learned to bang my hands on the piano, I relentlessly sought to experiment with sound; I would scavenge woodblocks to smash or glasses to clash until my distressed mother screamed for me to stop the racket... Years later, I discovered an article on fear-inducing effects of subsonic noise; my hunger for din panged me once again, so I decided to scheme a clever prank to scare my younger brother for fun. While he was out, I hid bass speakers in his room and left his window open; at night, mysterious infrared music oozed from the speakers while a chilly breeze swept throughout his room. Peeking through the crack of the door, I saw my brother huddled in a corner with a blanket wrapped around him as if for protection. I pushed the door ever so slightly so that the hinges squeaked as if a ghost had brushed past his room. His eyes widened with fear. I repeatedly rocked the door until - "Mom! Dad!" Swiftly, I dashed to my room, turned off the sound, and relished my evil cleverness.
I really enjoyed writing this one. ^^ Ha - kinda feel sorry for my brother now, but it was hilarious.