Bomb threats

September 11, 2001 | 09:27 PM

There's been a bomb threat at the school, and everyone has been locked out of their dorms. I'm at the library now. I'm considering driving home for the night. I don't know if we'll have classes tomorrow. I hope not.

The service was a solemn one. There was a quiet period where anyone who wanted to say anything could stand up and speak. A lot of people did. I wanted to say something, but I didn't. I can't speak in public... but that's okay, because everything I wanted to say was said by someone else. My psych teacher got up and talked about how his son was murdered, and how to learn to be peaceful in spite of these kinds of things. I had no idea. A lot of people showed up. We lit candles, sang Amazing Grace, and cried like nuts. I really want to be with my friends now, but I don't know where they are.

Where do we go from here?

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