So how many more of these do we have to do? I feel like I talk about the same things over and over. But this weekend was pretty different than any other. Friday was the 3rd “anniversary,” if that’s what you want to call it, of April 16th. Since I live in Blacksburg, I was here when the tragedy happened and let me tell you, it was scary. I was in high school at the time, sophomore year. I was in Latin class, it was a joke class anyway and our school suddenly went into lock down. No one told us what was going on; we thought it was a terrorist attack, or another killer on the loose. I think this happened either the same year or a year before but some guy in prison went to the hospital because something was wrong with him and he escaped and killed two or three people; we thought it was another thing like that. Well, we were wrong. Anyway, I don’t remember if we got to leave school early or not, but I think we did. In all our classes, after the lockdown, we watched the news and we finally knew what had happened. It was so heart breaking to watch, and it made me sick to my stomach. I called my mom a-sap because she works in Burruss which is right near where the shooting took place, and luckily her and her co-workers were okay.
On a happier note, I walked the 3.2 for 32 and it felt great. It honestly didn’t feel like 3.2 miles, but I think it was because we had company and because we were doing it for a reason. This was the first year that I actually did the walk, but I am glad I did and I’m sad I didn’t in the years before. But then on Saturday I did the big event which was, interesting. =] I was supposed to be with the engineering group but we could find them, so we just joined a group where we knew a few people. It turned out to be fun; we got to paint a porch and the awning that was over it. We went to Christiansburg to an old couples house that had obviously needed help, so I’m glad that I gave back to the community.