We got another campus police alert this week for sexual assault, which makes this the third police alert in two months (stabbing, stabbing, assault, in that order), which I find worrying. The campus I work at is fairly well known and has a good reputation and is surrounded on one side by villas of people who have way too much money and thinks sculpted topiaries and rococo moldings are a thing (I went for a walk through the area a few years ago, curious about architecture). People have tried to make that area a closed neighborhood for the wealthy and elite back in the day. This -- three incidents either on campus or within fifteen minutes walking distance of campus, should not be happening.
Yet here we are.
Which brought me to the point on Thursday where I realized I might have to stay a lot later than my usual time on campus. I actually had to plan out possible ways to ensure my own safety and had decided that, if I had to stay late for an hour or more, the bus stop was empty, and the street light there broke again (it does that) I was going to text my way through my contact list until I find someone to keep in touch with until the bus arrives.
Consequently I have suddenly become a lot better at remembering to recharge my phone.
On that note, I just want to mention that this week's Thursday was awful. It was awful not in the sense that something horrible and/or tragic happened but the grinding dreariness of hundreds of little things not going my way all within a twenty-four hour time span. The highlights of those hours include but are not limited to: nose-piece on glasses falling off, sudden and inexplicable cramping in my calf muscle, bad enough that I couldn't walk, missing the bus, and somehow switching the electrodes on one of my protein gels -- which is a mistake I have never made in my entire life-- so that I needed to re-do the whole thing. By the time the evening came around I was at the "I hate everybody and everything" stage and ready to declare war on nameless deities and abstract concepts alike, so it was probably a good thing that the day ended.
Friday was much better. I have a new-found appreciation of Fridays, even above and beyond the usual joys of the arrival of the weekend.
And now, I have tea.
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