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I don't suppose that there is anyone here who hasn't heard the news, but some maniac shot up my alma mater today.
I don't suppose that any of the students I knew while I was there are still there. I do hope my professors are okay, especially my mentor Dr. Hanson. For the rest, I just feel sick.
I had a very traumatic experience while I was there, and I can never say that my time there was the best of my life, but even so, I have good memories. Walking across the Drillfield on a foggy autumn or spring morning. Watching the Hokie stone of Burruss Hall turn gold under the afternoon light. Being mobbed by geese, ducks, and squirrels while walking around the Duck Pond. Playing with fun chemicals deep in the bowels of Davidson Hall. Love and laughter and loss...I left a part of myself there, whether I wanted to or not.
And now someone has shattered that. What is scary is not thinking that if this had happened 6 years earlier, I could have been one of the victims. After all, the dorm where I lived is not that far from WestAJ, where the first shooting happened. No, what is scary to me is that, if this had happened 6 years ago, I might have been the perpetrator. As I said, I went through a bad time. If my anger and hurt and rage had not turned inward, and if I had had access to and skill with guns, I might have done what this maniac has done.
I don't know who he is. I don't know why he did what he did. I do know that, under certain kinds of stress, human minds can become so twisted that this sort of horrible act will start to make sense.
I don't suppose that any of the students I knew while I was there are still there. I do hope my professors are okay, especially my mentor Dr. Hanson. For the rest, I just feel sick.
I had a very traumatic experience while I was there, and I can never say that my time there was the best of my life, but even so, I have good memories. Walking across the Drillfield on a foggy autumn or spring morning. Watching the Hokie stone of Burruss Hall turn gold under the afternoon light. Being mobbed by geese, ducks, and squirrels while walking around the Duck Pond. Playing with fun chemicals deep in the bowels of Davidson Hall. Love and laughter and loss...I left a part of myself there, whether I wanted to or not.
And now someone has shattered that. What is scary is not thinking that if this had happened 6 years earlier, I could have been one of the victims. After all, the dorm where I lived is not that far from WestAJ, where the first shooting happened. No, what is scary to me is that, if this had happened 6 years ago, I might have been the perpetrator. As I said, I went through a bad time. If my anger and hurt and rage had not turned inward, and if I had had access to and skill with guns, I might have done what this maniac has done.
I don't know who he is. I don't know why he did what he did. I do know that, under certain kinds of stress, human minds can become so twisted that this sort of horrible act will start to make sense.