Journal Entry

11:34 p.m. 3/19/2015

Farthest away: Cars in the parking lot, a motorcycle on the turnpike, a flagpole rope whipping against a flagpole

Medium distance:  my roommate eating chips as loud as humanly possible, my radiator making an alarming kind of ticking noise, people talking in the common room below me, wind howling outside my window

Closest: my fingers typing on my computer, my sighs of frustration at my roommate eating chips as loud as humanly possible, my phone vibrating

The sound level has been the same for a while. No one’s really talking and i’m just trying to focus on the ambient noises from outside, instead of my roommate eating chips

one word: frustration

three sounds: crunching, typing, cars driving

Journal Entry: White Noise in Modern Drama II

Royston’s voice is only ONE of the interesting things you can hear in class.

3/19/15, 3pm, Breslin Hall

Farthest: Cars outside in parking lot, a couple guys laughing about something in the hallway, someone’s leg shaking out of restlessness in the front row.
Medium: Royston talking about Expressionism, someone’s iPod (which they forgot to turn off) playing an undiscernible yet audible song from their bag, a row in front of me.
Closest: My chair squeaking (UGH), Anna and Kelly (both sitting next to me) trying to giggle as quietly as possible, Paige’s pen writing on paper.

Royston’s voice remained at a consistent level, and all the surrounding noises fluctuated from nearly silent to about half the volume of Royston.

One Word Description: Restless.

Three sounds: Royston lecturing, chair squeaking, stifled giggling