sonic tour final

The speaker describes their walk back to their car on a cold day in Harrisonburg. They observe the changing fall scenery and reminisce about their time in the library during their freshman year. They also mention the annoyance of construction noise and the potential negative effects of prolonged exposure to loud noises. The speaker expresses their appreciation for winter sunsets and their frustration with the train tracks that sometimes block their path. They pass by the village buildings undergoing updates and reflect on the memories made there. The speaker values the time they have alone during the walk and the benefits of disconnecting from technology. They find solace in the silence of their car at the end of the day. The late fall air hits me like a ton of bricks. I still haven't completely adjusted to the kind of cold we get up here in Harrisonburg. The wind is brisk as it nips at my nose while I trudge along the quad path. As I begin the journey back to my car, I admire the scenery and think about my day. Some of the trees are still vibrant reds and yellows, but others have become empty and barren. I go out of my way to step on leaves on my path. My day had started at 9.35am, all three of my classes being in Harrison Hall, so naturally I was antsy to get home and have a change of pace. I veer off towards the right and walk through the two doors that lead to the quad area, putting me face to face with D Hall. I walk straight down towards the Warner Commons area, passing Carrier Library. Ugh, it really is an eyesore right now. I find myself missing the time I spent there during my freshman year. I just think back to it. Yeah, I can still remember the peaceful library. The continued noise brings me out of my fantasy. Hearing construction isn t just annoying, it s bad for your health. According to Alexis Alba, hearing loud noises for a long period of time can lead to fatigue, anxiety, and decreased productivity. As I pass D Hall s entrance, a frat guy coughs me, and I pretend I can t hear and keep walking. The only goal I have in mind is getting to my vehicle. I scuffle down the steep D Hall hill and can t help but smile a little. It s already almost 4 o clock now, and the sky has begun to bruise purple and yellow. I love winter sunsets the most. They re cold and elegant and have a subtler appeal than the beach sunsets of my childhood summers. The crossing yells at me to not cross the street, thus screwing me away from the crossing. I take a left and continue my journey to R1, walking parallel to the train tracks. Poor design, I think, to block off the campus like that. Although I ve only been stopped by it a couple of times, that s one too many. Next time I hear that train, I m rioting. I pass by another one of the school s current projects. They re updating the village buildings, which I called home for a year. It s where I met my best friends, and my life changed forever. I was going to miss those brick prisons. Despite all the distractions around me, I m happy to get this time for myself on this walk. According to the American Psychological Association, taking time to put down your phone and to think for yourself is very beneficial to your mental health, and studies have shown that people tend to enjoy it more than they realize. Despite the world s efforts, I m going to enjoy hanging out with myself. My car finally comes into view, and I feel the final tensions of the day melt away. Maybe the things I heard along the way really weren t that bad. After all, listening to all that noise made the silence of my vehicle all the more sweeter. Bye, brother in the face. Two dollars. Two dollars.