teenage suicide, don't do it.
I have mixed feelings about this NYU suicide as fad article. For one, it seems completely preposterous. On the other hand, there were two jumpers from my dorm my sophomore year, earning it the nickname "Dorm of Doom." I don't know if that name still applies.
But, it's been said before, all the plexiglass in the world isn't going to save someone from their problems. I still get chills thinking about the Bobst library, as I used to be scared to death every time I had to get a book from a floor higher up than 3. I don't like heights, especially those with open spaces. I can remember leaning up against the wall of the elevator banks and just sort of shuffling to the stacks. It is a poorly designed anxiety inducer, that library.