Update

Update:

I have been thinking about the whole burglar thing from a different angle and really it was a blessing that I was studying LSATs when he was climbing my fire escape. I actually think that if I hadn't seen him he could have really hurt someone. I do think that his intention was to do just that because normally if people are going to steal something they do it during the day when people aren't home as opposed to 1am on a weekday night in which case someone will must assuredly will be in their apartment. That and the things that he could steal out of a college students room are of limited value. The three most expensive things that I have in my apartment that you could carry out of a window (i.e. not my couch) are like my tv, hair straightener, and my laptop none of which would be worth enough to get arrested for. I feel like this is the case for most college students. I highly doubt that anyone has like heirloom jewelry or a ferrari with them at school.

Tomorrow morning I may or may not have to go down to the DAs office and give a statement or some crap. Who knows. Philadelphia is an incredibly disorganized city. On the bright side, I spoke to a police officer yesterday (the boys next door were inexplicably playing on the fire escape and one of my neighbors got scared and called them) and she doesn't think he would be out for awhile because apparently there are a ton of charges against him. I've decided that I want to want to pray for him. I was doing some research on James Byrd Jr., who was dragged to death in '98 by white supremacists for a poem that I was writing for class and I came across this really powerful article about his son. His son believes so strongly that life is sacred that he protested the execution of his father's killers. That is just the most insanely beautiful thing I have heard today. And I think my class liked the poem.

I am tired. I am stressed. But I am excited about the people in my life. So life kind of averages out to be delicious.