Early this morning, two of my better friends in my dorm were talking about what happened. As minorities, they were concerned about what would happen in the upcoming weeks. The longest they gave before they would be involved in something was a week.
One of them asked where they could find a drink.
A different friend found myself and another friend talking outside our dorm. She had come back from a house after she had drank her sorrows away. She wanted to know where my best friend was, as he is her "comfort" in the dorm.
I told her to go where they found a drink.
On my way out of the Auditorium where my computer science lecture is, I noticed chalk graffiti on the bricks of the pillar near the staircase.
I saw it, but it didn't make me feel any different.
I couldn't bring myself to go to calculus lecture today.
My Latin American Cultures class got cancelled today after 30 minutes of discussion.
We waited after the bell rang for the teacher to come into the class room. A few minutes after, she came through the door. Within 5 seconds of her beginning to talk about what we were doing today it was apparent we would not be in class long. She began by talking about our current topic - globalization - and how it affected Latin America based off of where we left off in the last class period. The class was normal for a little while, we talked about the effects of communism and how the United States effected the communist movements in Latin America. All of the sudden, we flipped to what happened on campus yesterday. A muslim woman was held at knife point by a man on one of the buses. What was sad is that we weren't shocked. After 30 minutes, she told us that we could leave, and one other student and I stayed ten minutes after so that she could get some of her concerns out in the open, rather than dealing with them on the inside.
There was a protest on the quad that I saw from afar. I didn't need to see what their signs said or hear what they were saying.
I already knew.
I texted my mother today, and I thanked her for the package she sent me. She sent back "You're welcome. How are you?" And I told her. My mother works for the government. She now, effectively, works for the president-elect.
She's distraught.
Tonight I told my friends, who love to party, that they should not go out this weekend.
They agreed.
An e-mail was sent to all members of my university today addressing what happened yesterday.
My specific college sent out an e-mail detailing places in which you could go and safely talk with someone.
Nothing very large has happened yet, but we all know that it's capable of happening. We've grabbed our friends and we don't let go of them. We try to go about our lives, but what happened is impossible to ignore.
What a first election.
Early this morning, two of my better friends in my dorm were talking about what happened. As minorities, they were concerned about what would happen in the upcoming weeks. The longest they gave before they would be involved in something was a week.
One of them asked where they could find a drink.
A different friend found myself and another friend talking outside our dorm. She had come back from a house after she had drank her sorrows away. She wanted to know where my best friend was, as he is her "comfort" in the dorm.
I told her to go where they found a drink.
On my way out of the Auditorium where my computer science lecture is, I noticed chalk graffiti on the bricks of the pillar near the staircase.
I saw it, but it didn't make me feel any different.
I couldn't bring myself to go to calculus lecture today.
My Latin American Cultures class got cancelled today after 30 minutes of discussion.
We waited after the bell rang for the teacher to come into the class room. A few minutes after, she came through the door. Within 5 seconds of her beginning to talk about what we were doing today it was apparent we would not be in class long. She began by talking about our current topic - globalization - and how it affected Latin America based off of where we left off in the last class period. The class was normal for a little while, we talked about the effects of communism and how the United States effected the communist movements in Latin America. All of the sudden, we flipped to what happened on campus yesterday. A muslim woman was held at knife point by a man on one of the buses. What was sad is that we weren't shocked. After 30 minutes, she told us that we could leave, and one other student and I stayed ten minutes after so that she could get some of her concerns out in the open, rather than dealing with them on the inside.
There was a protest on the quad that I saw from afar. I didn't need to see what their signs said or hear what they were saying.
I already knew.
I texted my mother today, and I thanked her for the package she sent me. She sent back "You're welcome. How are you?" And I told her. My mother works for the government. She now, effectively, works for the president-elect.
She's distraught.
Tonight I told my friends, who love to party, that they should not go out this weekend.
They agreed.
An e-mail was sent to all members of my university today addressing what happened yesterday.
My specific college sent out an e-mail detailing places in which you could go and safely talk with someone.
Nothing very large has happened yet, but we all know that it's capable of happening. We've grabbed our friends and we don't let go of them. We try to go about our lives, but what happened is impossible to ignore.
What a first election.
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