Today, Tuesday, production day. I have time, to sit, read, think, as I wait for Bri to layout my pages. In that time, I sit, reading Wikipedia’s entry on the VT massacure, which is a pretyy good source for updates. I read aloud details. I get goosebumps. Bri does too. So sad…. it’s all we can say.
It happened in a German class, in an engeneering building. I had a German class, in an engeneering building. It amazes me to think that one of those days, while I was preoccupied with Ellyn, getting yelled at to stop talking, something like this was only one decision away for someone.
How do we get this out of our culture?
I still don’t understand.
Update:
You can read a terrible one-act play by the shooter here.