In
March 2013, a young man stood up in my journalism class and politely stopped
our instructor from lecturing to inform her, and all of us, that a bomb threat
had been made to our campus and that we were all required to leave immediately
to safer ground.
I
pulled out my phone and sure enough the text message I had ignored said the
same thing. I gathered my bags and clung to one of my friends as our professor
told us to be safe. My friend and I left the building into a swarm of
slow-walking students heading to the dorms. I called my roommate and she and I
walked downtown to do some window-shopping.
We
later heard that students who had parked in the garage spent more than 3 hours
trying to get out. There was a student directing traffic because the police
couldn’t get there in time. We all joked that if there really was a bomber, it
would have been wise to plant it at the garage because everyone would rather
wait on campus for it to blow before leaving their precious cars.