I retraced my steps of the day, and had a detailed look at the area in which the shooting took place. While the drywall was patched and the blood was cleaned, bullet holes were still visible, especially with the shattered tile and dents in the roof. The area of the road out front of the college where the shooter lay on Wednesday was covered with dots and swaths of pink spraypaint, I assume to cover up the blood.
The choice of pink was an apt one, as Anastasia DeSousa's favourite color was pink, and that became the theme of the day. People wore pink clothes, pink roses lay stacked dozens high on the steps of the college, and an impromptu memorial was set up on the street corner. People drew large posters and left candles and flowers around. One of the posters, a rebuttal to the infamus, read as follows:
"Life is not a video game. There is no 2nd level. There are no extra lives. You lost your reality."
I thought that was pretty fitting. Why he chose to shoot up a college and not a high school I will attribute to ignorance on his part, or sheer opportunism. I have witnessed zero bullying or discrimination at Dawson. He attacked a pretty good model of what he claimed he wanted the world to change to. For that I will never again name him, imposing upon him the ancient Roman Senate's punishment of infamy; his memory to be forgotten, and mention of his name to be made taboo.
He was an outcast who never fit into any social circle, never had a girlfriend, never cared about anyone but himself, and couldn't relate to anyone, not even the outcast goths he tried to emulate. In everything he tried, he was a failure, including his attempted 'shooting' in which he shot into an unarmed crowd and hit 19 targets, only killing one. The coward couldn't even aim. I laugh at his impotence. In the end, he proved himself to be the loser I'm sure everyone called him his entire life. I should have spat on his corpse.
In any case, the effect of the death of Anastasia DeSousa has been a coming-together of the college as a whole. We now have a common experience more significant, and a common loss to relate to, and it will make us stronger. All these shootings fail in their objective, to divide and scare us, inevitably yielding to the human need to form new bonds and close the circle. I trust that is what will continue here.
In other news, I soldered the two capacitors to Thea's motherboard and, with the unplugging of her CD-RW drive, the system seems stable enough after about 4 hours of continuous operation. I am hopeful the real underlying problem is an aging power supply, which is easily resolved with the purchase of a new one, and they don't cost that much.
I have homework which I am procrastinating on. I will get it done tomorrow, a day before the deadline, which I always seem to be quite good at. I think we have a Chemistry test soon. I'm not sure, but it's not hard at all. Cal 2 is coming up as well, but I think I have the hang of that.
That's all for now.