yesterday i had planned to go to the

kindergarten i volunteer at on tuesdays.

(susie, who actually reminds me of mrs. frizzle,

says i can come and go whenever i want.
i like her a lot. she is super creative
and is maaagical with young children.
she talks with them like they are
little explorers of the world
and is never condescending
and i like her outlook of:

"be firm...and kind.")

but after some thought, i decided i

should spend the day at the library working

on upcoming assignments.

later, i learned that a shooting occurred right

outside the school (lockdown & everything).

i would have been walking home at the same

time along the same street where

the 3 people were killed.

all it takes is "being 

at the wrong place at the wrong time."

is this what it has come to?