Imagine all the people, living life in peace ...
I know I haven't written in this thing for a while but I suppose one can use a journal as they please; and I choose to write when I have so much emotion in me that I feel I could just burst. Today is one of those days.
2 months, 3 days, 2 hours and 40 minutes ago I was sitting down with my roommate to a quick meal before heading to art history. I still have no idea why we chose to stop at Neptune Hall that day, our next class started at 3:30 and it was all the way across campus. I remember the moments perfectly. I took off the lid of my chili and placed it next to the cup. That was the last thing I saw before I saw Monica's friend Peter. His face was usually void of many emotions except for things like mild happiness and a sort of pompous pride. Not then. He looked like a ghost. He had just ran but he wasn't even out of breath. He stopped at the top of the stairs and yelled to us all. "Some one call 911, theres a shooting in Cole." he said. There was a pause. I can remember just staring at him. Had we chosen to sit by the fire place that day, we would have been able to see Cole perfectly, it was right across the walkway. Some girl said "Are you serious?" Peter didn't answer, he didn't have to, 3 people came in behind him. A girl was limping, she was shot in the leg. Another was suffering from a chest wond and a boy had blood dripping down his face as if he'd walked off the set for some war movie.
The first thought I had was that if the victims are here, the shooter will be next. I thought continously of Virginia Tech, how he was able to go on a rampage, breaking into classrooms, walking down halls. Katie and I hid in a broom closet. I was surprised that neither of us were crying, but thinking of the look on everyone's face now is enough to make me want to. We moved to the kitchen. The kid that usually makes our coffees was surprisingly calm as bloody classmates began to spew in. He explained he was from Chicago. It wasn't an adequate excuse. Eventually, Katie started to help fill water cups for the wounded, before they kicked us out. It was impossible to get a signal to call anyone, but everyone knew soon enough. For most of that night we sat in Katie's stand-partner from Orchestra's room.
The Westboro Baptist 'Church' was at some of the victim'sof Feb. 14ths funerals. I don't know what they were trying to prove by holding signs that said 'god sent the shooter to NIU' at some one's wake but I have never been so angry in my entire life. A family is trying to say the already horribly hard goodbyes to their 19 or so year old loved ones. No body should have the power to take the life of another away and its a whole different thing to not let there be peace at their funeral.
Last night over a thousand Huskies attended a vigil for Virginia Tech. We all feel a close bond with them, not just becauseof our similar experiences but because they sent us sooooo much support over the last 2 months that I think we all feel so grateful for that. HUSKIES FOR HOKIES
Today, at 2 o'clock, there was a hand-written note for a bombing of one of our buildings.
Point is, I'm tired of living in fear. I don't understand how people can have so much hate in all 4 of these instinces. I don't know what's wrong with this world but it makes me afraid. We are all doing something wrong if people are raising children to want to harm others. I feel sometimes the only thing we need is to have everyone listen to some John Lennon songs, as stupid as that sounds. Just because we are brought up in a world of hate does not mean that we have to continiue on in one. Give peace a chance.
Yesterday, President Peters said that, regrettably,that we will not all just wake up and find this a horrible nightmare. But I wish so bad I could.
2 months, 3 days, 2 hours and 40 minutes ago I was sitting down with my roommate to a quick meal before heading to art history. I still have no idea why we chose to stop at Neptune Hall that day, our next class started at 3:30 and it was all the way across campus. I remember the moments perfectly. I took off the lid of my chili and placed it next to the cup. That was the last thing I saw before I saw Monica's friend Peter. His face was usually void of many emotions except for things like mild happiness and a sort of pompous pride. Not then. He looked like a ghost. He had just ran but he wasn't even out of breath. He stopped at the top of the stairs and yelled to us all. "Some one call 911, theres a shooting in Cole." he said. There was a pause. I can remember just staring at him. Had we chosen to sit by the fire place that day, we would have been able to see Cole perfectly, it was right across the walkway. Some girl said "Are you serious?" Peter didn't answer, he didn't have to, 3 people came in behind him. A girl was limping, she was shot in the leg. Another was suffering from a chest wond and a boy had blood dripping down his face as if he'd walked off the set for some war movie.
The first thought I had was that if the victims are here, the shooter will be next. I thought continously of Virginia Tech, how he was able to go on a rampage, breaking into classrooms, walking down halls. Katie and I hid in a broom closet. I was surprised that neither of us were crying, but thinking of the look on everyone's face now is enough to make me want to. We moved to the kitchen. The kid that usually makes our coffees was surprisingly calm as bloody classmates began to spew in. He explained he was from Chicago. It wasn't an adequate excuse. Eventually, Katie started to help fill water cups for the wounded, before they kicked us out. It was impossible to get a signal to call anyone, but everyone knew soon enough. For most of that night we sat in Katie's stand-partner from Orchestra's room.
The Westboro Baptist 'Church' was at some of the victim'sof Feb. 14ths funerals. I don't know what they were trying to prove by holding signs that said 'god sent the shooter to NIU' at some one's wake but I have never been so angry in my entire life. A family is trying to say the already horribly hard goodbyes to their 19 or so year old loved ones. No body should have the power to take the life of another away and its a whole different thing to not let there be peace at their funeral.
Last night over a thousand Huskies attended a vigil for Virginia Tech. We all feel a close bond with them, not just becauseof our similar experiences but because they sent us sooooo much support over the last 2 months that I think we all feel so grateful for that. HUSKIES FOR HOKIES
Today, at 2 o'clock, there was a hand-written note for a bombing of one of our buildings.
Point is, I'm tired of living in fear. I don't understand how people can have so much hate in all 4 of these instinces. I don't know what's wrong with this world but it makes me afraid. We are all doing something wrong if people are raising children to want to harm others. I feel sometimes the only thing we need is to have everyone listen to some John Lennon songs, as stupid as that sounds. Just because we are brought up in a world of hate does not mean that we have to continiue on in one. Give peace a chance.
Yesterday, President Peters said that, regrettably,that we will not all just wake up and find this a horrible nightmare. But I wish so bad I could.