Situated Soundscape: “Glenridge Elementary School”

Glenridge Elementary School, you were a sanctuary of sound and stories. Your small, familiar halls echoed with the laughter of children, an array of voices blending into a comforting humming noise. I remember the creaking of the wooden floors under the weight of countless little feet, a symphony of history shared by my mom and grandma, who also walked your hallways once before. The school bell rang a sharp yet friendly call that marked the beginning and end of our school day. During recess, the playground buzzed with the energy of young imaginations running wild, the cries of joy when a classmate tapped you and said, “Tag, you’re it.” Classrooms were filled with the soft murmur of lessons, the scratch of chalk on blackboards, and the rustling of paper as we turned pages in our books. In the library, whispers floated between the shelves, creating a unique space where turning pages was the only sound. You were more than just a building; you were a massive part of my childhood memories, a place where the sounds of learning and laughter intertwined. Your walls, steeped in the history of three generations, resonated with the continuity of our family’s legacy.