You know, planning for a zombie invasion is much less sobering.
It's weird. For a while now, I've assumed that high schools were the unsafe places. The setting where some imbalanced psyche might finally tip over and pick up a gun.
But college? Heck, other than the clock tower incident (and that wasn't even a student), that imbalanced psyche usually hurts one, maybe two people in the process-- and one of them is almost always the person who's imbalanced in the first place.
So, yeah. What would I do? Assuming I'm not one of the first people the gunman pops, I find cover and whip out the cellphone and stay on 911 until I hear sirens.
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Date: 2007-04-17 02:12 pm (UTC)It's weird. For a while now, I've assumed that high schools were the unsafe places. The setting where some imbalanced psyche might finally tip over and pick up a gun.
But college? Heck, other than the clock tower incident (and that wasn't even a student), that imbalanced psyche usually hurts one, maybe two people in the process-- and one of them is almost always the person who's imbalanced in the first place.
So, yeah. What would I do? Assuming I'm not one of the first people the gunman pops, I find cover and whip out the cellphone and stay on 911 until I hear sirens.
The barricading students were smart.