Virginia Tech

You know, I’m only a little over two years removed from college. I still remember what living in and around a college campus, in a college town, is like. Hell, I really miss it - I miss the hell out of Auburn. I miss the community feel; biking to campus, taking classes, hanging out with friends, going to bars and just the general feel of the area.

I can’t imagine what the folks in Blacksburg, Virginia (a town about Auburn’s size) and at Virginia Tech (a school about Auburn’s size) are going through today. Just trying to find a frame of reference, and thinking about what it would’ve been like if it had happened in familiar surroundings … and I just can’t do it. At current count, 31 of their classmates were murdered in cold blood - including some shot as they sat in classrooms - burns in my heart and makes me sick to my stomach. What in the hell is going on in our country and in our world where you can’t even go to university without worrying about being shot and killed? It’s not like this happened in the middle of Detroit - this is a small Virginia college town surrounded by rural countryside.

I guess it’s just the thought that, if something like this - the worst school shooting in U.S. history - could happen in a small town like Blacksburg, it could happen literally anywhere.

The current reports are that the gunman killed himself, so I suspect we’ll never know what was truly going through his mind. But it really saddens me to think that, for 28,000 students, this will be the moment they remember from their college career. Not the highs like football games, parties, or passing classes, but the chilly spring day that they lost 31 of their classmates.

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