On the evening of April 8, my friend and I were driving around when we decided to head to GU-Q to get stuff from our lockers. Approaching one of Education City’s gates, we were met by barricades and a security guard. After some back and forth with the security guard we were able to go in. It was so quiet, with just a few cars passing by us.  Approaching GU-Q felt odd yet comforting at the same time. Driving up towards the VIP entrance, I felt my heartbeat quicken, for a momen

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