I went to work Monday morning. I did my duties. When I was allowed to break, I turned on my laptop to work on some homework. I go on the internet. I turn on CNN.

What time was it? Maybe ten, maybe eleven, maybe twelve. I don't know.

CNN pops up. Normal day.

A red strip pops up. Breaking news. A student had just killed one person in a school shooting.

I didn't think much about it then. I felt bad, but it didn't seem that unusual. It happens all the time doesn't it? Doesn't it?

Later it went to twenty. By the time I got home, it was at thirty.

But it felt like a normal day. I mean, how could something so wrong happen on such a normal day?

Tuesday comes, and we talk about it in class.

Last year we went through the John Fiocco scandal. I remember walking through campus, seeing the MISSING signs everywhere. The campus was normal, but you could sense it. You could sense the stress.

And that was just one missing student. What about thirty? Thirty people killed in such a horrific event? The pain must be unimaginable.

It really hit me last night. It's day three. I mean, how weird is it to say that? On September 13, 2001, could you realize what just happened?

Could you realize that so many people just died, even though it was just a normal day?

So, I'd like to dedicate this post to the people of Virginia Tech, as I did to those in New Orleans back in 2005.

TO VIRGINIA TECH!