After yesterday’s events, our campus is badly shaken.
Although I wasn’t on campus yesterday for the shooting, from home I witnessed the emotional current washing over everyone directly involved; professors were acting as saviors, our classrooms as safe havens. I’m glad no one was hurt. For me, yesterday was a bizarre occurrence, but I’m not afraid to walk to class. Something is going to feel off, though.
The boy - this Colton Tooley, a sophomore year mathematics major - shot himself on the sixth floor of the Perry-Castañeda Library, our main library on campus. That’s where I usually study, when I’m not at home or in the Union. It’s just a bizarre thing to think about.
My art history professor was so quiet today, and she’s a woman who reminds me of a kitten - always pouncing, and excited and prone to distraction. Today she was absolutely morose, dressed in a long black dress and missing all of her usual vivaciousness.
It affects people in different ways. Here’s hoping everyone’s okay, or reaching out to someone who isn’t. I just want the University to feel like home again.
