A few weeks ago, I heard Hillary Clinton was coming to campus to deliver the Luskin Lecture for Thought Leadership.
I walked to campus at 3:30 a.m. Wednesday, the day of ticket distribution. Then I saw there was already long line near Pauley Pavilion.
I decided to get in line anyway, but only because it was for Hillary.
Five minutes before the ticket office opened, I heard people running and screaming behind me. The back of the line started a stampede for tickets.
When I arrived at the ticket office, I saw groups of people pushing and shoving to get to the front of the line.
Some people who were at the back of the original line were now at the front.
Then I realized there were more than 700 students waiting for 413 tickets.
Twenty minutes later, someone from the office announced they would deliver lottery tickets to everyone in line.
All I really wanted was a text from Hillary, telling me it would all be OK.
I knew that waiting would no longer help, so I went to a diner to eat breakfast.
After driving home, I walked to campus to study for my midterm. But the #HillaryRiots had left me exhausted.
So I went to home to sleep for a while. When I woke up, I checked to see if the office had emailed me about the lottery.
At 11 a.m., I received this email: