So I had a few problem with my Loud Speaker project. I tried to record it on my computer but me being technologically challenged, I couldn't figure out the program and to top it all off my mic was broken!
When I finally got everything together I tried to record what I had originally scripted but for some reason I just couldn't do it. When I started to talk about the day my boyfriend had his accident it felt so real, I remembered every detail vividly as if it was yesterday. I remember the hurt, the anger and especially the tears. The tears in the journal were real. I was so in the moment that following the script wasn't possible and although this was just an assignment, I can honestly say that it felt good to get those emotions out of me.

Once I finally found him I suprisingly breathed a sign of relief. There he was, my boyfriend with countless broken bones, blood soaked covers and inflated wounds the size of tennis balls, yet I somehow felt grateful. I felt this way because once he saw me all he said was "Im alright" and I believed him. I wanted to believe him. .Those very words are what kept me and still keep me strong. The few weeks after his motorcycle accident were the worst weeks of my life. I stayed by his side in the hospital making a bed out of the chair. This is were I sat day after day worried while he was getting operated. Sleeping was out of the question as I would wake up everytime a machine beeped http://review.datausa.com/careerlab/craig_lincoln/HEARTMON.WAV or when he would cry and scream from the pain. To this day he still has many broken bones http://www.theflatnet.de/pub/sgfx/samples/scream5.wav but like he said, He will be alright. Instead of allowing the sound of machines and screams fill my head and memories, I choose only to hear the laughter and good times.

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I remember storming up the hospital steps and searching frantically for someone to help me, http://education.vetmed.vt.edu/Curriculum/VM8744/sounds/loudbreath.wav, at this point I was gasping for air, the sickening hospital smell brought back horrible memories of a significant past experience. I needed to find him.

As soon as I heard his voice I knew there was something wrong.It was my boyfriend's friend. I don't remember much about the message; all I remember were the words accident and hospital. When I hung up the phone I was I was emotionless. I just sat at my desk and watched the minutes tick by http://cd.textfiles.com/10000soundssongs/WAV/TIC1.WAV on the oversized clock facing my cubicle. After a few minutes the annoying sound of the slow ticking clock started to drain out now all I could hear was the loud thumping noise coming from my chest http://members.aol.com/kjbleu/splits1and2.wav. Panic took over my body and tears flooded my eyes. I began pacing. “I need to go to the hospital, I need to leave, where’s my keys, I need to go…” My body was trembling; I was scared and so angry all at the same time. I raced down the stairs to get to my car but with every step came more tears and a harder time breathing; I couldn’t see straight, I felt like I had a five hundred pound weight on my chest , I knew I shouldn’t be driving but still I couldn’t muster up the strength to call somebody to pick me up. I honestly do not remember how I got there but somehow I was at the hospital.

I still remember like it was yesterday. The sun was shining and I remember being so happy. It was about a quarter to twelve on a Friday afternoon, normally I would be preparing to go to lunch but this day in particular I decided to work through my break so I could get a head start on the weekend.

Twelve O'clock: Everybody is gone to lunch; I'm alone in the office. I know I said I was going to work through my break but I couldn't resist, I had to check my voice messages. "Oh one new message, three missed calls..." I remember dialing excitedly http://edaphos.com/Sandpiper/1-608-245-3995.wav, Usually when I get that many calls on a Friday afternoon there's usually a party happening somewhere! What was about to happen next was no party.

Trouble

I think I'm going to have a hard time with this project! After reading what we had to it took me a couple of minutes to fully comprehend what the task at hand was. For a clearer picture I researched R Murray Schafer and "soundwalk". This helped me a lot as I am a very visual person and I was not in class for the demonstration.

After taking in all this information, I thought to myself, "What would be the easiest scenario I could use to really make the viewer/listener visualize what I am trying to depict." Then I thought about what I've been reluctantly visualizing in my mind for months: