When you hear a gunshot from far away, it sounds like a firework. It reminds you of when you were younger, memories of popcorn, soda and the Fourth of July.
My car rumbled to a stop as I sat and watched an American flag flutter in the afternoon breeze. Beyond that iconic image of patriotism was a world I never thought I’d find myself again – high school.
Beyond the murky glass streaked with dust, about 12 feet from the door, was a dry erase board that sat leaning against the wall.
At 1:22 p.m. Monday, Ball State’s campus went dark.
On my first day at Ball State University, I was alone. I didn’t know anyone. I had no lifeline, no rope to cling to.