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Katie von Steinman, Location: Snyder Hall


Growing up we were always hyperaware of situations like this. We had lockdown drills regularly. Teachers locked the doors, turned the lights off, shut the blinds, and let us sit in a corner like a bunch of sitting ducks. We were instructed to not use our phones and to not make a noise. Yet I would always think that if this was real I would have to use my phone. Yet this was never supposed to be me.


Monday, February 13th was like any day at Michigan State. Until I was huddled in a corner with my 5 closest friends. The sirens wailing around us, the red and blue lights flooding the room, and tears being shed, as we feared for our lives. The only thing between us and the gunman tGrowing up we were always hyperaware of situations like this. We had lockdown drills regularly. Teachers locked the doors, turned the lights off, shut the blinds, and let us sit in a corner like a bunch of sitting ducks. We were instructed to not use our phones and to not make a noise. Yet I would always think that if this was real I would have to use my phone. Yet this was never supposed to be me.


Monday, February 13th was like any day at Michigan State. Until I was huddled in a corner with my 5 closest friends. The sirens wailing around us, the red and blue lights flooding the room, and tears being shed, as we feared for our lives. The only thing between us and the gunman that was said to be in the basement of our dorm was a door and a bookshelf. We were sitting ducks waiting for our fate to be decided. It was never supposed to be me.


I sat in the corner crying as I send out the painful texts to those I love the most. Going against everything that my teachers told me as we trained for this situation. Yet this training will never prepare you for when it is you. It was never supposed to be me.


Monday, February 13th, was a day that thousands of kids had the same thought I did. We all had to send out the same painful texts, we all had to just wait for our fate to be decided. On this day the fate of 3 beautiful souls was decided. That is 3 too many. 5 others sit in the hospital fighting for their lives. 8 spartans that should have never gone through this. It should have never been them.


I can’t get the sirens out of my head. I will never be able to forget the day that I became a statistic. 366 school shootings since Columbine. That number is only climbing and it was never supposed to be me. A campus that thousands, including myself, call home is now going through something that was never supposed to happen. You never realize that it could be you until it is you. The spartan community has so much healing to do and will never be the same as it once was. Yet we are all in this together and we are Spartan Strong. Yet it was never supposed to be Michigan State. hat was said to be in the basement of our dorm was a door and a bookshelf. We were sitting ducks waiting for our fate to be decided. It was never supposed to be me.


I sat in the corner crying as I send out the painful texts to those I love the most. Going against everything that my teachers told me as we trained for this situation. Yet this training will never prepare you for when it is you. It was never supposed to be me.


Monday, February 13th, was a day that thousands of kids had the same thought I did. We all had to send out the same painful texts, we all had to just wait for our fate to be decided. On this day the fate of 3 beautiful souls was decided. That is 3 too many. 5 others sit in the hospital fighting for their lives. 8 spartans that should have never gone through this. It should have never been them.


I can’t get the sirens out of my head. I will never be able to forget the day that I became a statistic. 366 school shootings since Columbine. That number is only climbing and it was never supposed to be me. A campus that thousands, including myself, call home is now going through something that was never supposed to happen. You never realize that it could be you until it is you. The spartan community has so much healing to do and will never be the same as it once was. Yet we are all in this together and we are Spartan Strong. Yet it was never supposed to be Michigan State.

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