So I went to an engineering university. Engineering schools are notorious for having students who are... A tad different. A tad different, and generally highly intelligent. Engineering schools also come with heavy class loads and severe mental pressure throughout the coursework. Now there's this individual, we'll call him tango, who had been a straight A student since kindergarten. Tango had never been with intellectual equals of his peers before college. He thought college would be a cakewalk, where he would escape the trials of high school; where he was emasculated by bigger, meaner teens. He thought he would dominate the inferior students with his broad mind and superior thinking. Tango started off like most students. He hit a wall of realization that it wasn't easy, and found himself trying harder than ever. Tango also had strange interests, today's equivalent of the diehard My Little Pony fans and obsessive viewers of the most obscure hentai. Naturally, due to this, poor Tango had trouble making friends and soon found himself being mocked again. Luckily there were others with similar interests and he found a small group of friends. As the first year ended, Tango pulls himself out by the skin of his teeth. He felt reassured that year 1 was to weed out those who really weren't "engineer material." Year 2 rolls around, and boy is Tango all sorts of wrong. His brain is firing on all 12 cylinders 19 hours a day. But that's not surprising, as so are the minds of almost every student. But let's not forget that Tango is not your regular student pursuing a career. He steams through the first semester and makes it to the second half of the year. Close to the end, as an entire semester becomes more and more consolidated into material for the final exams, he can no longer accept the stress as he witnesses his first C. Tango cracks. 11AM classes are left abandoned and desolate. Tango is on top of a building screaming inaudibly. There are shrieks of terror and panic on the campus grounds. Professors and department heads are scrambling to calm the populous. Tango is carrying terrifying equipment. He screams out that he had a bag of grenades and a bag of anthrax he's ready to unleash upon the students and faculty. Tango is serious. He has one of his weapons ready for use in his hand, live and armed. Panic escalates. Students run for their lives. Professors are desperate to keep everyone safe and to get everyone to safety. Emergency alerts are flaring between law officials. A SWAT team from the nearest military fort and local police department is rushed to be organized, as a ragtag regiment. SWAT team arrives. The grounds are quickly cleared. Rifles are pointed to the edge of the building. Tango is standing now at gunpoint with over twenty well armed and trained individuals. The campus is hushed into a minute of crystalline silence. The team makes contact and attempts to calm Tango. He has no intention of remaining calm. He proceeds with more threats to destroy the university. All focus is concentrated between Tango and the man attempting to reason with him. As they argue, a second team bursts through the door onto the rooftop, guns loaded and pointed. Red dots litter Tango's chest. Tango feels a intense shiver of mortality, and sets down his weapons. The second team reprimands and detains him, escorting him from the premises to the cells at the local police department. Upon further inspection as tango is carried away, the second team finds that the grenades and anthrax were actually potatoes and flour. Tango had never threatened any real danger to anyone but himself. The SWAT program still runs in town to this day, and the university remembers that day as a campus holiday, Terrorist Day. The day Tango went down. True story FYI. I added some literary flair, but it did actually happen.