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By Sydney Evans
evanss@mytjnow.com

There are not that many things that are special about turning 21.  

Yes, you are now allowed to partake in “adult” beverages, but the majority of college students that enjoy an alcoholic beverage, or five, did so before that magic age.

One thing, however, is special about turning 21.  You can buy a gun.  

This past November, on my 22nd birthday, after a year of research and thought, I purchased my first firearm.  I also went a step further, and qualified and received my concealed weapons permit.  

In order to acquire the permit you have to sit in an 8-hour class, pass a written test on the material covered, and score a 70 or better on a test of marksmanship.  

I found this to be superfluous for something that is guaranteed under the Second Amendment of the Constitution, but rules are rules.

The class covered many subjects: such as gun safety, cleaning and maintaining your firearm, and what to do in the event you have to fire your weapon in defense.  

But the most surprising thing I learned was where I am allowed and more importantly where I am not allowed to carry my firearm; one of which is Winthrop University’s campus.    

I do not consider Winthrop, and by extension Rock Hill, to be a dangerous place to live.  But there seems to be an emerging pattern of violence along the periphery of our beautiful grounds.  

Two women have been kidnapped; one of them raped, and two students were robbed at gunpoint in the past three months.  That is not ok! 

Campus police has been vigilant in reminding students to be aware of their surroundings and responsible for their actions.  

I try to be both; but, I know that my right hook is not impressive, and in the event of an attack I am not completely confident that I could successfully defend myself. 

When I hold that compact Smith & Wesson .38 with its laser sight and pink handle, I am fully aware of both the fearsome might and tremendous responsibility that weapon represents.  

I only wish I could have it on me at all times, even on campus.

If I did, I would not think twice about walking to my car in the dark, or feel vulnerable outside of the tall fences that line Winthrop’s perimeter.  

I see the issue of concealed weapons as fundamental to individual freedoms.  The right to protect yourself is not negotiable.