Virginia Tech Hits Home
Every college student across America was hit with the cold reality of yesterday's tragedy. If you know me, you know that I'm a news junkie, and if you can guess, I was glued to my internet news feed.
What you may not remember is that yesterday was 6 days shy of the anniversary of the Columbine Massacre. I was in high school when that happened, and I still remember the fear of a trench coat mafia walking into our small high school and severely reducing our number. I remember the "experts" on the news blaming video games, lack of religion, and Marilyn Manson.
Yesterday, I wasn't hit by my usual paranoid vulnerability. Today, I was. I don't know Ryan Clark. I never had dinner with him, I never shook his hand, and I never added him as a friend on Facebook. But today, the loss of Ryan Clark hits me very hard.
Most of the people reading this probably don't know that I was a Resident Advisor at U of I at Urbana-Champaign. I was a double major (as well as having a minor), and I was very active in the University community. I was in the band, I was involved with multicultural affairs, and I was heavily involved with music groups. Why is this important?
Ryan Clark was a Resident Advisor, a Band member, and a Triple Major. Ryan Clark was also one of the first victims by Cho Seung-Hui.
The point I'm really trying to bring here is this: Among the 32 dead, I'm sure you can find somebody who mirrors your personality. Do you take French? Do you dance? Do you play guitar? If you did, you have something in common with 3 of the victims of Va Tech. So, when you think, "This couldn't happen to me," just think this: the students who woke up yesterday thought the same thing.
I know what I'm saying is trite or maybe even paranoid, but just take today to reflect. Call home. Call your brother or sisters. Talk to your friends. We only have 3 weeks left before classes end.
We live in a small community, and I'm happy to say I recognize almost all the faces I see here. Be there for your friends, and be there for yourself.

























