Huh . . .

My reaction around 3:30PM was entirely apathetic--I was inbetween class, waiting for the second of two that are back-to-back in the same room in DuSable to start. Only six students showed up for the second class, and the prof. came in with the first rumors I heard. "Something about a shooting outside of Cole . . . they were trying to get me to lock myself in my office . . ."

The eight of us decided to proceed with class, figuring it was probably safer to stay in the fourth-floor room than to walk around campus in case the assailant had escaped (as one of the students related). About forty minutes later, we were told to leave--campus was completely locked down.

It finally started dawning on me that something out of the ordinary had happened when I got to the bottom of the stairs in DuSable and a policeman pointed me to the nearest door. I walked outside to see an army of ambulances, lights blinking erratically, in the parking lot after noticing three helicopters hovering above campus.

The scene had ended over an hour beforehand when I was walking home. It took over an hour to manage an outgoing call to let my parents know I wasn't a victim. I've heard from just about all my friends on campus, but can't help worrying about finding a name I recognize when the full list of victims is finally released. It's irrational . . . no one I know would have taken the class it happened in . . . but the worry keeps coming back, making me uneasy.

The situation makes me think about death, and about terror . . .

it's grim.