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In January of 1978, I was 20 years old.

I lived in the Kyle Megas sorority house on the FSU campus in Tallahassee.

I was happy I was with my other friends and Florida State was just a safe place to be.

When I moved into the sorority house, my roommate was Karen Chandler.

When I was at FSU, it was very laid back. It was just a great time.

Classes had been going on for about a week and everyone was moved in to the house.

Saturday, January 14th, I walked home and I got in the sorority and there were kids talking about,

you know, where they're going tonight, what are they doing, who they're dating, what party,

and then I saw my book sitting on the trunk and I said, you know, I have a test on Monday.

I'm going to go ahead and stay home and study tonight.

My roommate Karen came in at the same time and she had a sewing project.

She had to do. So she sat in her bed next to mine.

And we talked for a little while and then Kathy was tired so I just went ahead and decided to go to bed.

It was maybe around midnight, maybe a little bit before midnight.

That night I heard our bedroom door slam open. I was opening my eyes a little bit because

it kind of brought me into consciousness and I'm awake enough to know someone's there

as I'm opening my eyes more and focusing. He raised his arm and he had something in his hand.

I thought it was a pipe or a stick. I didn't know what it was.

He came down and hit me in the face.

It just felt like pins and needles and knives in my face.

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