This weekend Texas Tech and Baylor were scheduled to play. They decided last year, that since the Dallas Cowboys Stadium would be finished that we would get to play them there every year. This was the first year they had the game there, and I really had no idea how I was going to get in. There were no tickets online, but I just knew that I had to go. My cousin and I decided to car pool it to Arlington since my sister lives there, and a few hours before the game we went out to try and find some tickets. We saw no one. We walked around for a few hours, needing to get at least three for me and both of my cousins, but no one. We finally decided that the best bet would be to get the Party Passes, which were tickets that just let you into the stadium but you didn’t have a seat. We knew that we needed to get in fast, and then at least we would get good standing room. We ended up watching most of the game from the standing rooms, but spend a big chunk of the night, including half time, in a bar that we found. We were supposed to be able to drink in the game, but Baylor decided that they wanted to be jerks and no let them serve alcohol in the stadium, so you had to go into a bar to drink and couldn’t leave with your glasses. So, next year, I hope they change their mind and quit being stupid about that. College kids drink, I don’t care of you go to Baylor or Tech, and with this rare opportunity they should have let us go all out!

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In my small home town of Dumas, there usually wasn’t much crime going on that would keep a parent scared to let their kids walk around alone. Everyone knows everyone, and nothing bad ever happens. When I was in high school, the terrorist attacks of 9/11 happened. It scared all of us, but we were in Dumas, what could happen? Within the next few weeks, a few different things happened that started to make me wonder how sweet my little home town was. A few weeks after 9/11, there was a bomb threat at my high school. No one told us what was going on, but everyone in the building had to evacuate and was moved out to the bus barn. It was horrible, we had the entire school walking in a line outside across the street. We had to stay there until our parents signed us out. No one knew who did it, and we were able to come back the next day. A little while later, another one. This one said something about having a threat in the bus barn as well, so we, as an entire school, walked down the middle of the street to the First Baptist Church, where we had to stay in the parking lot outside until our parents came. In those weeks following, there were several hit lists found in the halls, and we had a total of 5 bomb threats happen. I don’t understand why someone would start doing this kind of stuff right after such a tragedy happened. People can be sick. They found out who it was, and it was a kid in my grade I had known since kindergarten. I was so surprised that he was capable of doing something so evil. I’m just glad that nothing ever actually happened, but the threats were bad enough to make me think twice about how safe my town was.

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