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I was a senior in high school, touring Pitt, and I was sitting in a conference room on floor 35 of Cathy. I was sitting with about twenty other strangers, but everyone was so welcoming and I had a great time hanging out with them. I wasn’t even planning on attending Pitt at this point, but I remember the upperclassmen telling us all about how great the school was and I recall thinking that it wouldn’t be so bad if I went here. The most striking image I remember from that day was looking out the window and seeing all of campus below in a single breathtaking view. Little did I know that I would be at Pitt a year from then, but the view from Cathy never gets old.
I had just left Forbes Street Market when a man approached me and asked if I could help him out. He needed some money for bus fare, he explained, and was getting increasingly worried that he wouldn't make it to his job on time and asked if I had any money. I try to give if I can, but since I only had a 10 dollar bill, I turned the man down. He then cornered me, and kept putting on pressure to go back into the store and get change. Since the store was empty, I agreed, but then he kept trying to get the money from me to do it himself. As he put the money away, I noticed that he wasn't as broke as he claimed to be. There wasn't really anything I could have done at this point of getting swindled, so I instead decided to walk down Forbes Ave with sunglasses and headphones on in the future.
My friends had found some shower curtains in a closet on our floor of Tower C and decided we should do a Slip n' Slide. So we duct taped them together, bought a bunch of cases of water and little bottles of dish soap from Market To Go, and took a bunch of knives from Market to use to try to stick the slide down (it didn't really work very well, we just ended up laying on the sides at the top). We took all of the supplies up to the hill next to the Pete and set up a Slip n' Slide to play on the weekend before finals week at the end of our freshman year.
I was driving home from work, and two cars were stopped ahead of me - it looked like a fender bender. The man in the front car was getting out of his car, walking back to the car that had hit him, I assumed to exchange information. Suddenly the man in the car nearest me got out of his car and went charging after the man who had been hit, beating him up right on the street. I tried to capture the license plate and video what was happening as I yelled at two guys on the sidewalk to try to intervene. They leapt over the guardrail and sort of chased the assailant off. He then jumped into his car and drove off at high speed, tearing one of the side mirrors off the other man's car in the process. The whole thing was very violent, sudden, and scary. One of the fellows who saw the whole thing from the street, myself, and the man who was assaulted waited together for the police down a little alleyway on our left. As we talked, we tried to reassure the man who had been attacked. I felt the effort of mutual support, and sensed that we had created a small community, the three of us, having shared the experience.