I’m sure you had your reasons for the way you handled today’s events,
I just don’t understand them. I’m getting ahead of myself though.
Let’s start at the beginning
Today was the retreat for juniors in full IB. Since I am not in full
IB, this was looking to be a pretty easy day. I was one of the first
people to arrive to my fifth block Psych class (it’s around 11:15). Our
teacher was gone and, according to the substitute, had nothing planned
for class. I sat down and started talking to some friends.
Ten minutes into class, I overhear someone else say the word
“gunshot”. Naturally, I’m curious and I ask what she’s talking about.
She tells me that during passing period a backpack was dropped off the
balcony and a loud “pop” was heard. Some people thought it was a balloon
or a bag or chips but others argued it was too loud for that. Overall,
we were confused. It seemed that if a gun really had gone off we would
be in lock-down. Several people left class and came back reporting
several officers by the main office. Something was up.
Then someone’s cell rang. He listened for a moment and then told us
"It’s my mom, she just received an alert saying a gun went off at school."
As you can imagine, this was a surprise. We had all thought that if a gun really had gone off we would
be the first to know. Not long after we noticed several local news
stations had reported the incident, but there was still no word to the
students.
After lunch it is made painfully clear that a lot of people are still
totally in the dark about what happened, so I start to tweet everything
I know.
It was confirmed through several teachers that they were told not to
say anything about it. A friend of mine, who teaches at another school,
told me that they are legally obligated not to.
At this point I also linked to several other news reports
on the subject. They all said pretty much what we had pieced together
from our eye witness account. A gun went off and they had arrested
someone. There wasn’t a lot of information out there but the fact is
that they released it to the public before they released it to us. At
the time, I was more understanding than I am now.
It was clear they wanted classes to resume as normal and they did. Or
at least they resumed as normal as they can with rumors flying left and
right. As one student put it:
At this point nothing new was really coming in. We couldn’t tune into
the news conference and none of the websites provided any updates.
Nearly two hours had passed since the gun went off and there had still
been no announcement.
Finally at around 1:30, they released an official statement. It was
obviously being read and we would find out only a few minutes where it
was being read from.
This letter bothered me. There was no new information, I had already
learned this through eye witness accounts and parent info. My dad even
emailed me the message he had got after it happened.
So why did they wait two hours to let us in the loop? And if they
were waiting for more information then why was anyone informed at all?
At the end of the day I was told that several people had been called
down to the office an told to delete their tweets on the subject.
Presumably this was too get rid of any speculation but at this point I
don’t even know.
And if we ever do find out what exactly happened, it seems we’ll be the last to know.
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Just please let me know!
Yes you. I have to tell you something REALLY important!
Okay, are you listening?
If you like my blog PLEASE let me know and PLEASE spread the word!You can comment, follow, tell your friends, strangers, tweet about it, link it in your Facebook profile, make flyers and pass them out, write the url in the sky with a plane, change your friends' homepages to it, have it tattooed on your face, send out a mass text, write a letter to your local congress, eat your vegetables, make a tribute band, start a chain letter, spray paint it on a building, spell it out with alpha-bits, use your wits to build a machine and brainwash the general public, make a trendy internet video, whisper it in a horse's ear, brand it on a cow, enslave the human race, make it your bible, tell it on the mountain, start a fan club, respect your elders, do a flash mob, call random numbers to tell them about it, make a piece of art using only posts from this blog, tweet it again, start a webcomic, make a board game, post it on reddit, signal boost on tumblr, make a t-shirt, start a cult, make a crappy flash game, write a book with an extremely similar situation, call your in-laws, spread it on the grapevine, stitch it in a baby's blanket, tell your kids, tell a little birdy, you know whatever!
Just please let me know!
Friday, September 5, 2014
Wednesday, May 14, 2014
Erika Wallace (or It's a Small Small World)
It's been a while, I will admit that. Here's a story for you all.
Two summers ago I went to an improv workshop. While I was there the instructor told me a story about the time he made a fake eHarmony account under the name Erika Wallace and basically messed with people. Fast forward a year and I get a friend request on Facebook from none other than, Erika Wallace. I don't accept but I don't refuse either, vaguely wondering if this is related at all to the story I had been told.
As it turns out, yes. I was going to that same camp that summer and the next day during break I see him talking to another teacher about something on the computer. I take a shot in the dark.
"Did you get a friend request from Erika Wallace too?"
He's surprised. "Yeah!" He answers. "Do you know who it is?" I don't. We suspect it was one of the other kids from last year and move on. Sort of...I don't forget Erika. I look at the request every single time I get on Facebook. Erika and I have a mutual friend. She went to the camp as well, so I don't think too much of it. Still I am unwilling to answer the request. It stays pending for months.
Then, today I see the number has changed.
Two Mutual Friends
Further inspection shows the unexpected. Earlier in the year I had come across a girl on Lamar's swim team who I had wanted to befriend. I tried to be cool but instead I had just been incredibly awkward. She was nice about the whole thing. We became Facebook friends (A step up from acquaintances). I take in the new information.
It's enough. I accept the request.
Two summers ago I went to an improv workshop. While I was there the instructor told me a story about the time he made a fake eHarmony account under the name Erika Wallace and basically messed with people. Fast forward a year and I get a friend request on Facebook from none other than, Erika Wallace. I don't accept but I don't refuse either, vaguely wondering if this is related at all to the story I had been told.
As it turns out, yes. I was going to that same camp that summer and the next day during break I see him talking to another teacher about something on the computer. I take a shot in the dark.
"Did you get a friend request from Erika Wallace too?"
He's surprised. "Yeah!" He answers. "Do you know who it is?" I don't. We suspect it was one of the other kids from last year and move on. Sort of...I don't forget Erika. I look at the request every single time I get on Facebook. Erika and I have a mutual friend. She went to the camp as well, so I don't think too much of it. Still I am unwilling to answer the request. It stays pending for months.
Then, today I see the number has changed.
Two Mutual Friends
Further inspection shows the unexpected. Earlier in the year I had come across a girl on Lamar's swim team who I had wanted to befriend. I tried to be cool but instead I had just been incredibly awkward. She was nice about the whole thing. We became Facebook friends (A step up from acquaintances). I take in the new information.
It's enough. I accept the request.
Sunday, January 12, 2014
Snub
I wish I had some fun story about cool happenings but I don't.
I just wanted to say that Tatiana Maslany deserved that Golden Globe on one more social networking site
I just wanted to say that Tatiana Maslany deserved that Golden Globe on one more social networking site
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