“Why the shootings mean that we must support my politics.”

Mentally replace every appearance of the word “bombing” with the word “shooting” in this essay: Many people will use this terrible tragedy as an excuse to put through a political agenda other than my own. This tawdry abuse of human suffering for political gain sickens me to the core of my being. Those people who …

Four scenes from Virginia Tech.

Scene one. I’m standing on the Drillfield. Small groups of students are filtering by me, all headed directly for the coliseum, where the convocation is scheduled to start in couple of hours. Nearly everybody is wearing orange and maroon, the school colors, the t-shirts left over from a big game last fall. Almost everybody is …

Asymmetrical rivalries.

Two years ago, Amber and I drove down to Virginia Tech for my orientation. The all-day event started with us and couple of hundred of my fellow transfer students sitting down, assembly-style, and addressed by a few speakers over the course of an hour or so. The speeches began, ended, and were laced throughout with …

Gradumacation.

Me, immediately after Virginia Tech graduation ceremonies, May 14, 2005. The speaker was unknown, clichéd, and terrible. The presenter, upon calling my name, told the surely-baffled assembly that I was “destined for stardom.” Surprised at the editorializing, I tried to walk down the wrong aisle. Upon receiving my diploma envelope, knowing that my diploma would …

Full circle.

Nineteen months ago, Amber and I packed up a moving van and moved me from Charlottesville to Blacksburg, to start school at Virginia Tech. That afternoon, when we arrived in Blacksburg, the sun emerged from behind the clouds and revealed a rare, beautiful double rainbow. Today, driving back from the graduation ceremonies at Virginia Tech, …

It’s good to be missed.

Apparently my week-long final-exam-caused blogging hiatus, which ended in the wee hours of this morning, did not go unnoticed. On Raising Kaine, Lowell Feld offered the following theories as to the source of my absence: He’s being held prisoner in one of Scott Howell’s dungeons, currently being tortured by not being allowed to blog for …