Me and Mr. Rogers Neighborhood
So I walked out of my Forensic Psychology class around 8:30 (we got out early on account of the professor not giving us a break) and there is a helicopter circling with a spotlight nearby. I've been exhausted all day and all of my thoughts are focused on three things: dinner, shower, and bed. One of my classmates comments on the closeness of the 'copter and I nod a hazy agreement. I nab the shuttle and try not to nod off on the two second ride. I get out, thanking the driver blearily. The helicopter is right in front of me. Well, right above me. Circling and wheeling over my building. Under closer examination, it is focusing on my section. I am wide awake now. I ask if anyone knows what is happening but no one knows. The door to my room is locked and I dread coming home to no room mates. I burst in and there they are, sitting by the window, one on the phone with her mom, the other online with her mom. I felt so relieved that they were there. Right outside their window, cops are milling around and police dogs are barking. They are shining flashlights in the abandon building about 100 paces from our apartment. We watch in frightened anticipation. I have just spent the last two and a half hours in class, discussing bloody and disturbing psychology cases. I am not in the best mind frame. That all happened not even a half hour ago and I am just writing to do something because it is quite uncomfortable right now. Why oh why did I move straight into the heart of Philly? Me and my crazy ideas... If I call you, please answer the phone.