[Drew68]

In this day and age, probably not a bad idea to sleep with your bedroom door locked and a loaded gun within reach. I do. Gives me a few extra seconds to go center mass, clean up, and get back to sleep. I got early golf in the morning.

I went to college at Colorado State U. back in the late 80s, early 90s.

Totally safe.

My four roommates and I lived in a giant party house right across the street from campus. We never locked the door and often we'd wake up to whatever wasted traveler found his or her way through the front door and stumbled on to the couch to pass out.

Made some new friends.

Different times, I suppose.

[vespa300]

Yes....different times indeed. I don’t trust anyone anymore.

[Trailerpark Badass]

I went to UGA at the same time, and there was usually one or two apartment break-ins/rape/murders a year, that always seemed to get pretty hushed up by the school and local authorities. IIRC around that time, there was a national parent-led effort for college towns to provide more transparent crime stats on or around campus.

BUt, yeah, as a guy I never felt at risk, once I learned to avoid walking alone at night near the housing projects in Athens, which just happened to be located across the street from the freshamn dorms.

[Lazamataz]

I went to college at Colorado State U. back in the late 80s, early 90s.

I went to college in the early 1980's, and this is what I experienced: "A fine mist rolled out from the mountain, which would soon be baked off by the harsh and unrelenting sun. Taking out my binoculars, I scanned over the hard-packed, cratered landscape. I knew they were out there, and I knew they wanted to kill me.

"I leaned over my Squad Automatic Weapon, and made sure the ammunition feed was still functional. I placed the butt of the weapon against my shoulder and leaned in.

"Soon, the monsterous mutant army rose, with tentacled and hideous forms, whipping their arms forward, and propelling themselves along the ground with a horrid series of shrieks. I began firing into the wall of fless that swept towards me, causing tentacles and a black oozing blood to spurt into the air."

This stuff happened to me every single day, and usually happened before Discrete Math class.

[longfellowsmuse]

Not really Ted Bundy killed coeds in back then..