I was a sophomore at Wisconsin State University in EauClaire. It was during the noon hour and the TV was on at the Student Center lounge, when I saw people starting to gather around it. We were stunned as we watched the reports coming about the happenings in Dallas. I remember walking the halls in a daze to my first class after lunch, which was sociology. I had always liked and admired my professor and felt that he would help the class deal with what had just happened. Can you imagine the shock I experienced when the class was held and conducted without ANYONE mentioning what had just occurred? I couldn't believe I was attending an institution of higher learning, and a professor of sociology couldn't or wouldn't deviate from the lesson plan to acknowledge the assasination President of the United States, and none of the students brought it up either. My mind was screaming...Are you people crazy? Doesn't what happened matter to anybody? I have always regretted not standing up and saying that out loud. Instead I walked out of class in more of a state of shock than when I came in. The idealism and innocence which I lost that day put me into a serious depression, although I didn't realize what it was.