I think the feeling of safety is something that we all take for granted. That is, until it is taken away from you.
Today was supposed to be a fairly simple Friday. Sleep in, take a calculus test, and then drive back to Cypress and be home by 2.
Well, that's not exactly how today went.
I finally finished studying for calculus around 2:30 this morning, but was up at the crack of dawn. I didn't sleep well, and when my phone started buzzing I knew it either had to be about Great Grandma or Kole's drivers license. Both good updates! Grandma was doing well and Kole got his license!
I took a shower and decided to review a bit more calculus before my test at 11:30. We were able to start our test a couple minutes early and I was feeling confident and on a roll when an announcement came over the PA system at 11:40 with this message: "Code Maroon. Bomb threat for campus in general. Evacuate immediately. Do not use vehicles". We all dropped our pencils, grabbed our stuff, and proceeded to ignore the TA who was trying to tell us to finish our test. I got outside the building, and immediately called one of my friends who lives off campus asking if I could bail over to her house. So I hopped on my bike and rode a good 2 miles almost to Jen's house. My roommate ended up coming over aswell, and another girl on the polo team and her brother. By noon we were all at her house, and lounged out watching Lifetime shows for hours on end.
Updates continued to roll in about every half hour, but nothing of importance except constant reminders to stay away from campus. It was at this point, when I was stuck without any of my belongings, with a dying cell phone, and no vehicle when it hit me. For a while today, there was a threat to my University, my home for the academic year. For a while, we weren't safe.
Safety is something we all take for granted, and something we don't really think about. When we heard about all the other bomb threats over the past month to college campuses, we knew that it could happen to us. Each semester I've been at A&M, there has been atleast one serious Code Maroon (emergency text from A&M to its entire student body) sent out -- this is the second one this semester. The bomb threat wasn't necessarily shocking exactly, but when I finally got far enough away from campus, I realized how much my adrenaline was pumping and how subconciously scared I was.
Around 4:00 we were notified that some buildings on campus had been cleared and reopened. I was able to bike back to campus and grab my stuff, jump in the car, and head towards home. Campus still wasn't a place I wanted to be, and I was only there for probably under 5 minutes. By 6:30 I was home in Houston, nearly 5 hours after when I was planning on being home.
Today was pretty far from what I was planning on it being when I woke up. I was definitely reminded of how blessed I am to feel safe where I am nearly all the time, and how blessed we were that this was just a threat.
Safety is not something to be taken lightly, because at any second one person can take that away from you!