| May. 8th, 2006 @ 06:50 pm I rock harder than Mount Everest. |
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Presentation: 25/25
Paper: 25/25
Portfolio: 47/50
The portfolio in particular had the comment, "You have a gift for critical analysis." More like a gift for pulling things out of my ass the night before!
Maybe I shouldn't be so proud of that.
Also...Friday night I got robbed at gunpoint.
I was right outside my apartment complex Friday night around midnight, packing up my car for a trip to Bloomington. I was also taking out my trash before I left, and on my way back to my car from the dumpster (which was about 10 yards away from my car) I saw a guy making his way through the parking lot. He seemed to appear out of nowhere, and was putting on a pullover as he walked towards the door of my apartment building. I don't know very many of my neighbors, and there are always people coming in and out of my building, so I just figured he lived there/was visiting and went to his car to get a sweater (it was kinda cold that night). I thought little of him until he turned and continued walking along the sidewalk rather than going inside; still, I wasn't too concerned at this point. He started coming towards me and the concern level rose slightly more - as a woman by myself at night with few self-defense skills, I always get jumpy when strange men are nearby. I was not at all ready for what happened next - he pulled out a gun, flashed it at me, and said, "Give me your money." My first reaction was to say I didn't have any. He repeated himself louder, "Give me all your money!"
This is what happened in my brain in sequential order:
1. Okay, this has totally got to be some kind of joke.
2. Wait, I don't know anybody who would play this kind of prank on me.
3. Shit, this is for real!
4. Okay, what is the etiquette for this kind of situation? (That's right, etiquette. I'm getting mugged and my brain's thinking etiquette. Sometimes I hate my brain.)
I opened up my wallet and he reached in and took about $32, then went off towards Cunningham. I ran to my car, got in and locked the door, pulled out my phone and called 911. I was amazingly calm for most of the 911 call, able to give them a pretty detailed description of the guy (he had worn the pullover over his nose and mouth, but I got a good look at the rest of him). It wasn't until they asked for my name that I started bawling. The 911 operator told me that the police had been on their way the whole time I was on the phone, and that I should stay on the line with her until they came. They arrived almost exactly after she said that, and kept me for about half an hour, asking very detailed questions about everything that had happened. When they asked me if I still felt like I wanted to go to Bloomington (stay at my dark and empty apartment after getting robbed, or go to Bloomington where I have friends waiting for me? Hmmm...), I told them that I still wanted to go, I would just cry on the phone with my boyfriend for 20 minutes and then go. One of the officers replied, "Yeah, I'd probably end up doing the same thing if I were you." ^_^
So...yeah. Ladies, if you travel by yourself at night, you might want to reconsider doing that, or learn how to defend yourself. As for me, I think I'll use this as an excuse to learn a martial art. |
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