Yesterday was the first day of school for Fall semester. For reasons beyond my imagination, we had to list all of our personal belongings in my Technical Writing class. Apparently it’s for a paper we are going to write later concerning ‘what if we were stranded on a desert island with only the things we had with us the first day?’ The guy next to me listed his to our group:

guy: “Pens, paper, Glock 40 with 26 rounds in a leather holster…”

me: “You have a gun in your bag?”

guy: “Yeah, it’s a state school, I’m ALLOWED TO!”

me: (blink a couple of times at him) “Ok.”

My reason for asking him was not because I disagreed, it was more dealing with how open and bragging he was about it. I thought the point of a concealed weapons permit was to keep it, well… concealed. So much for his secret. Now I get to wonder everyday just how competent he is with his firearm and how/when it could threaten my personal student safety.

I can’t even begin to describe how warm and fuzzy this sign made me. And I’ve only been gone a week and a half.

For the record, I’m referring to the top sign. But yes, the bottom sign is useful to know in case I was ever thirsty while walking thru the underground tunnel.