When I woke up this morning and got in the shower, I didn't expect to have to shoot five minutes later. I walked out of the bathroom, and my roommate yelled from down the hall, "Meagan! Come see this!" Still in my bathrobe, I looked out the window and saw the accident below. Firefighters were attempting to take the passenger door off a black Nissan Altima to extract the rider. My brain suddenly kicked in: "Oh! I work for the Collegian! Camera." I grabbed my equipment and shot from my window (in my bathrobe), then got dressed and went out onto my balcony, leaving my room in shambles. My hair still wet, I stood in the cold and shot what I could of the firefighters removing the passenger. Then I put on a hat and ventured downstairs for other angles.
I wasn't told anything about what had happened, but I could tell by the icy slush under my feet that the weather probably had something to do with the smashed car, the truck already prepared to tow away, and the fallen streetlight. I attempted to find out if I was right, but the officers just told me that they didn't have the information either. Oh well. Back to my daily routine. After a trip to the Collegian office.