Hofstra Drama 20 – Sound for the Theatre

Journal Entry:

Walking back from rehearsal, 2/26, 10 p.m.

1. Farthest: Cars whooshing by in the distance. Someone clearly having a party in Constitution Hall, with music and screaming muffled through the walls.

2. Medium: Three (drunk?) girls complaining about being hungry, probably on their way to Hofstra USA. The footsteps of someone a ways behind me. Door to Estabrook Hall opening.

3. Closest: My own footsteps on the asphalt, mixed with the quiet but slippy sound when I reach an icy patch, and crunchy if I step on hardened snow. The cold wind blowing a high pitch.

I feel cold, alone, and miserable. It’s just one of those winter nights where you wonder why you went to school in New England when there are drama programs in California and Florida. (Of course, getting back to my warm room and remembering that life isn’t so hard dispels that thought).

One word: Bitter

Three essential sounds: Distant cars, wind, footsteps on inconsistent terrain