Two Hours.
April 16, 2007

Two hours. The goddamn president of Virginia Tech had two hours to shut down the campus after the initial shootings and possibly prevent over thirty more deaths. Thirty-three senseless deaths. Thirty-three wastes of lives. Thirty-three lights snuffed out. Premature. Stupid. Preventable.

What did I first think when I heard of the massacre at Virginia Tech? That my husband teaches at a university. That my husband is vulnerable to these campus rampages. That my husband, who cares so much about every single student he teachers, could be killed in a horrible, unexplainable, disgusting event.

But my husband is safe. Thirty-three other students are not. Even more are wounded -- physically, psychologically, irreparably.

Why does this happen? How THE FUCK does this happen? College is supposed to be the best years of your lives. Not the deadliest. Not the last.

Charles Steger and every single official at Virginia Tech, every single official in Blacksburg, VA who made the asinine and arguably murderous decision to keep the campus open should hand in their resignation as a manner of decency.

My thoughts and prayers go out to the families, the wounded, and anyone touched by this horrific event.

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