Some kid decided to play terrorist.
And I am locked down in an office as one hundred police look for a possible second shooter. Beside me is a Chinese colleague studying statistics. American undergraduate students are worrying about food. I am here asking myself what the hell I am doing with my life.
I am not scared, but I am not productive either. Maybe that is what terrorists want.
Monday, April 16, 2007
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2 comments:
A very sad day.
I'm glad you guys are (physically) alright. I really can't believe this has happened.
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