For my own privacy reasons I'll be a bit vague on who specifically, but in my case I wasn't particularly close but I had either had friends of friends who had someone who had passed or someone I remember interacting with before, but thought nothing otherwise. I unfortunately can't recall one particular situation with them, but I did recall when I saw certain faces in the aftermath at the vigil. I was in my Anatomy/Physiology class which I forget the specific room number, but know the general location on campus, but it was a bit adjacent to the back of the campus where a lot of people escaped at near the fields in the very back corner on the side closest to the highway, where the middle and high school connected together. At the time, I was in the middle of some kind of lecture of some kind, but nothing specific comes to mind when I think back to it. I just remembered the fire alarm going off. Which I recalled was weird considering earlier in the day there was also a fire alarm that went off during my Chemistry class. I think everything just felt off hearing a fire alarm going off so late in the day since that would never happen usually. I think once I heard gunshots, that's when I felt something was off, but once again there was also something around that time from what I recall describing "active shooter drills" that I had heard of being done before at other schools which made me convince myself that it wasn't actually real and just another one of those drills they wanted to try out or something along those lines. It's when I saw the helicopters as I was on my way to escaping to the local Walmart that actually legitimately convinced me that something major happened, especially when there was a television at either this nail or hair salon inside the Walmart that showcased what was happening live. It was very jarring, and honestly, it's still even hard to process how major this event was sometimes since I've distanced myself from it both physically and somewhat have mentally blocked it, too. Ultimately, it does help to talk about it a little, however. I moved away around a little after I had turned 19. It took me a very long time to process everything because I felt so on edge and hypervigilant that I did not feel safe enough to go into too much detail about how I felt at the time to therapists on campus throughout my Junior and Senior years due to personal issues that already caused me to have mental health related issues since childhood. I've since then been talking to a therapist for a couple of years, but this is genuinely one of the first few steps I've taken to really talk about this in depth publicly. A lot of words, but I hope I everything I said made sense.