In Class writing 2

It's morning, so I head off to my first class across campus. I wake up, and a poster in my room is the first sight I see. I get dressed, an my shirt has a message on it. I walk out my room and turn to lock my door, and notice that my RA has left me a new note over the night. After my door is locked, I turn to walk down the hall, and admire all of the different posters and signs that decorate our walls. I press the button on the elevator, and notice that, once again, there are more signs in the elevator. The elevator comes to a stop at our destination, and I step out. There is a poster advertising an upcoming event on campus. I open the door to head out, and I see that I am not the only one with a message on my shirt. Almost everyone I pass does as well. I try to read them all, but there seems to be far too many. I come up to the Scramble Light, and there are students passing out fliers for one of their club meetings. I take one, and glance at it, but them I hear the chirp of the Scramble Light, so I start my way across the road. As I do this, I see all the comical and political bumper stickers on various cars. I chuckle silently to myself. I finally reach my seat in the class room.
As I think back, I realize just how many rhetorical pieces of media I had been exposed to in my short walk. Everything I saw was something rhetorical.