I have survived 5 active shooter situations.
At work this morning, my pepper spray was confiscated due to heightened security following yet another hospital shooting, but the security guard told me “a pretty student” like me should keep some in my car anyway.
It didn’t do me much good in the Fall of my senior year.
Even my dad told me to pick up some pepper spray on my way home because he’s nervous about the girls' trip I have coming up.
I wanted to tell him it's just a camping trip, but that doesn’t matter. Walmart keeps pepper spray in the back of the store with hunting and fishing equipment.
I got groped on aisle L20.
In other news, I turn 22 next month.