There were shootings at Monash Clayton Campus this morning. Two are dead and eight injured.
My housemates who go to Clayton are okay, so I'm thankful that I don't have the right to get too upset.
I think this is the first time I'm actually thankful my campus is in Berwick boondocks, all 20 kilometres away.
On my train ride back home from uni, this guy got on at the Huntingdale station (where Clayton students take the train) and sat in front of me. He looked really agitated, despite his efforts trying to read a newspaper. He was touching his face and rubbing his eyes all the time. He shot an angry look at another guy in the train who was laughing.
Student advisor called to check if everyone's okay.
Melbourne has always felt like a safe place to me, even with 9-11 and all that. Even safer than KL. And suddenly this.
I don't really know what to say. Or I don't think I want to. Or should.
What now, then?
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