He shouted the most awful things across the tracks. I calmly looked around and there was no one to be found. I thought to take my phone and call the police, but that would have been foolish. I have taken the Baltimore public transport system for some time, but this time parked my car by the station. For the first time in my life, I felt true danger. If I were to respond or react he would have come after me.

I had forgotten the pepper spray in the car. Truthfully I am not even sure I know how to use it. My friend mentioned self-defence classes given on campus. I meant to put it on the agenda, but hadn’t. The slowest 20-minutes passed in my own silence over painful remarks from a stranger…I kept my calm and read a journal written by a former professor. It was about the unfair treatment of interns and their lack of legal power in relation to labor laws.

I know that in that moment I was nothing more then a victim who should not speak up. Hold my tongue for my safety. When the train finally arrived I walked calmly to the seat that was facing him and I took a picture. He shook his fist and gave me the finger. I called the emergency line and was transferred 3-4 times. No one took it seriously it seems and perhaps for Baltimore this is a normal day, but something tells me this is a life changing moment. Not sure why, but it was supposed to happen.

Amazing books given to me by a former professor who is retiring. I have been granted a working space at the Center of Entrepreneurship & Innovation at the Business School. So I can stack these babies above my desk for leisure reads.

Such a beautiful building on Preston street, had a quick meeting with our Dean about my recently granted fellowship in Community Development.

These floors are amazing. Glad they kept what appears to be some of the original details.

So much anger, welcome home.