We lost 17 kids. Seventeen kids could have been doctors. They could have been teachers. They could have grown up to be the next president. Seventeen kids that could have really made a difference.
“Oh, it was probably a frat boy.” This is a common reaction across many college campuses within our nation’s borders when we hear about a new case of sexual assault. We point fingers at these “frat boys” for every single sexual assault case that happens at our respective universities.
July 18, 2012. I will never forget this day, considering it was the day of the scariest moment I have ever been through. It wasn’t anything like Friday the 13th. On that day, fear was real. It wasn’t the cause of any ghost, demon or witch. Instead, it was one of those moments that you look back on and wonder how you ever survived.
On top of the many expenses that college students face, decorating accordingly to the seasons seems to be the last of our priorities.
