No Joke, I Tried to Focus for the Soundwalk Assignment
Glancing at my watch, it read "11:30," and I sighed. In other words, I was way too early for my job at 12:45. I was to visit my old high school, The Academy for Careers in Television and Film (shortened to ACTvF and then shortened to TvF), to discuss future projects for NYU. Despite the disgustingly orange walls and cliche attempt to make the school look a camera (no joke), TvF had the privilege of being located in one of the hidden gems of New York City: Gantry State Park, better known as LIC Piers. Taking my seat on the benches, I thought that this would be the perfect time to do my Media 160 Spring 2018 Soundwalk Assignment.
11:30 was the perfect time in my opinion. No screeching kids, no busy adults, and only the sounds of the chilling wind that tickled the skin underneath my jacket. An dog walker and his precious little dog trotted behind me, the dog's every step came with the little ringing of his leash. The panting of the cute dog (which I didn't actually see, every dog is cute) created a small smile in my face. As the dog and its human walk away, I bid them a silent farewell and got back to focusing.
I closed my eyes and exhaled deeply, to my left was the honking of the East River Ferry. I guess it's about to leave soon. Following the honking were some rapid, faint steps of people that (I assume) were going to miss their ride. I chuckle to myself, but I know that laughing isn't going to complete my Media 160 Spring 2018 Soundwalk Assignment so I focus yet again.
Sound is so interesting once you focus 110% on it. I never noticed how loud the beating of my heart was as it pounded against my chest and how unconsciously loud each breath I took sounded like. The teasing wind plays again and in addition to the screams of my skin, the tall grass behind me sings a sorrowful song. They brush up against one another as the frosty wind whispers yet another mean "woooo," and that was when I could officially conclude that the grass was screaming just like my skin. They must be cold. I really hope somebody can buy them little sweaters.
This specific seat gives me memories and I began to hear the ghosts of my memories overtake my senses. I hear my friends' laughter as we sat at this specific seat at 8:30 AM. Class started at 9 AM so we had plenty of time to sit down and just enjoy each other's company. My friend group was the friend group who brought their DS' to school and, masked under our laughs, were the clicking and clacking of our thumbs pressing the buttons.
"Hey, I dodged that!" Beni screamed indignantly as Bryan laughed at him. Despite being a really great gamer, Beni would always lose against Bryan and Bryan took pride in beating him.
This seat was quite comedic actually. While hanging out, the principal at my school would physically walk around the park at 8:50 to tell students that class was going to start soon – and that time was now.
"It's 8:50, you guys. You can still make it to your lockers and class if you leave now." He said and our heads jolted up, his words sending shivers down our spine (I mean, can you blame us? Imagine your principal creeping up behind you while you played Super Smash Bros with your friends.)
I opened my eyes, greeted by the mischievous wind laughing at my skin yet again. The laughters dissipating and the clicking and clacking of buttons pressing fading away.
I'm back to my present self.
Glancing at my watch, it read "12:40." I jolted upwards and grabbed my bag and scurried inside the school, bidding farewell to that memory-filled seat.
I stepped into the school right as the third period bell rang. The third period bell was a sign for high school students to morph into a stampede of rhinos and run to lunch and I, being the frail college student that I was, was about to be their next victim.
Despite my impending doom, my eyes drifted to the window that had a clear view of my favorite seat.
Maybe, when everybody is free, I'll go there with them again.
11:30 was the perfect time in my opinion. No screeching kids, no busy adults, and only the sounds of the chilling wind that tickled the skin underneath my jacket. An dog walker and his precious little dog trotted behind me, the dog's every step came with the little ringing of his leash. The panting of the cute dog (which I didn't actually see, every dog is cute) created a small smile in my face. As the dog and its human walk away, I bid them a silent farewell and got back to focusing.
I closed my eyes and exhaled deeply, to my left was the honking of the East River Ferry. I guess it's about to leave soon. Following the honking were some rapid, faint steps of people that (I assume) were going to miss their ride. I chuckle to myself, but I know that laughing isn't going to complete my Media 160 Spring 2018 Soundwalk Assignment so I focus yet again.
Sound is so interesting once you focus 110% on it. I never noticed how loud the beating of my heart was as it pounded against my chest and how unconsciously loud each breath I took sounded like. The teasing wind plays again and in addition to the screams of my skin, the tall grass behind me sings a sorrowful song. They brush up against one another as the frosty wind whispers yet another mean "woooo," and that was when I could officially conclude that the grass was screaming just like my skin. They must be cold. I really hope somebody can buy them little sweaters.
This specific seat gives me memories and I began to hear the ghosts of my memories overtake my senses. I hear my friends' laughter as we sat at this specific seat at 8:30 AM. Class started at 9 AM so we had plenty of time to sit down and just enjoy each other's company. My friend group was the friend group who brought their DS' to school and, masked under our laughs, were the clicking and clacking of our thumbs pressing the buttons.
"Hey, I dodged that!" Beni screamed indignantly as Bryan laughed at him. Despite being a really great gamer, Beni would always lose against Bryan and Bryan took pride in beating him.
This seat was quite comedic actually. While hanging out, the principal at my school would physically walk around the park at 8:50 to tell students that class was going to start soon – and that time was now.
"It's 8:50, you guys. You can still make it to your lockers and class if you leave now." He said and our heads jolted up, his words sending shivers down our spine (I mean, can you blame us? Imagine your principal creeping up behind you while you played Super Smash Bros with your friends.)
I opened my eyes, greeted by the mischievous wind laughing at my skin yet again. The laughters dissipating and the clicking and clacking of buttons pressing fading away.
I'm back to my present self.
Glancing at my watch, it read "12:40." I jolted upwards and grabbed my bag and scurried inside the school, bidding farewell to that memory-filled seat.
I stepped into the school right as the third period bell rang. The third period bell was a sign for high school students to morph into a stampede of rhinos and run to lunch and I, being the frail college student that I was, was about to be their next victim.
Despite my impending doom, my eyes drifted to the window that had a clear view of my favorite seat.
Maybe, when everybody is free, I'll go there with them again.
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