ay I got a zero day shirt
Eric David Harris
April 9, 1981 - April 20, 1999
Eric was 18 years old, and was ment to graduate from Columbine High School on May 23, 1999. Friends describe him as smart, kind and computer savvy. They also said that he never was accepted on the school, because he was quite odd and didn’t fit in.
Wayne and Katherine had a church wedding at First Presbyterian in Englewood on April 17, 1970. Three years later, Wayne joined he Air Force and it was off to Okalhoma for pilot training. Wayne and his wife criss-crossed the country, Washington, Kansas, Ohio. Their first child, Kevin, was born in 1978 in Washington. Eric David came along three years later while the family was stationed in Wichita, Kansas. Katherine Harris stayed home when Kevin and Eric were young, busying herself with military-wives luncheons, volunteer projects and school functions. Former friends in military towns describe Eric as a good kid. Smart. And cute, always cute. Then, like many military bases in the early 1990’s, Plattsburgh Air Force Base in New York closed. In 1993, after 20 years of military life, Wayne and Katherine returned to Colorado. Wayne got a job at Flight Safety Services, an Englewood company that makes military flight simulators. Katherine was hired by Everything Goes, an Englewood caterer.
At first they rented an apartment. Then, in May 1996, just as Eric ended hi freshman yeara, they paid $180 000 for a house on cul de sac off Pierce Street, straight south of Columbine. Wayne and Katherine drilled the value of homework and hard work into the boys. Kevin Hofstra, who hung around Eric mostly in middle school, said Eric and his brother Kevin always had to do homework before they could goof off. Sport was a big thing in the Harris family. Sunday afternoon football on TV, Wayne coaching Kevin’s rec-league basketball team. “His parents were always 100 percent awesome to me”, said Derek Holliday, a 1996 Columbine Graduate who is close to Kevin. “The Harrises are great parents.” The family pet, a tiny dog named Sparky, suffered from seizures. Eric sometimes took off work when Sparky got sick. At some point in high school, Eric’s parents realized their son had problems more serious than they alone could fix. They took him to a psychiatrist, who prescribed Luvox, an antidepressant used to treat obsessive-compulsive disorders.
Eric’s bedroom was in the basement. His shelves were lined with boxes of old firecrackers and a collection of miniature cars. A poster with one of his favorite musical groups, KMFDM, was taped to the ceiling. Another band Eric liked was Rammstein, a German band. Eric studied German, and used to translate the songs to his friends. KMFDM and Rammstein feature music with brooding and violent lyrics that Eric often copied and sent out to friends through the internet.
On April 20th, at 12:08pm Eric shot himself in the roof oh his mouth with his pump-action shotgun.
Dylan Bennet Klebold
September 11, 1981 - April 20, 1999
Dylan was born three years later, on September 9, 1981, in Lakewood.
Dylan was 17 years old, and was ment to graduate from Columbine High School on May 23, 1999.
Dylan was said to be shy, smart, but an unrepentant slacker, and computer savvy, and he enjoyed video games. Friends also said he was kind, but that he never got accepted at school because he was quite odd, and didn’t fit in. “He played football and stuff with us every day,” former classmate Jake Cram said. “He loved baseball and he played it a lot. He was a little bit clumsy.” (Maybe because of his height, he was 6 feet 3)
When Dylan was in ninth grade, he started getting into computer games. He, Eric and some other friends could play for hours, together or alone, connected by modems. They made fun of teachers and students who was computer illiterate and rolled their eyes of classmates’ stupid questions. When Dylan wanted to put a nasty note in someones locker, he hacked into the school’s computer system to learn the combination.
Dylan drove and older BMW. It was already so beat up that when a classmate bumped into it with her car she told her it was no big deal.
The Klebolds had to have a lot of food for Dylan, whose appetite was legendary. He ate breakfast cereal from a mixing bowl. And it was nothing for him to eat a bucket of Kentucky Fried Chicken by himself.
His older brother, Byron, went to a private high school before transferring to Columbine when he was a senior and graduating in 1997. When Byron moved into an apartment in 1998, Dylan inherited his bedroom. He repainted the room, two black facing walls and two white facing walls with red shutters on the windows. He stocked a miniature refrigerator that had been a 17th birthday gift from the family with candy bars and Dr Pepper. Dylan hung posters of Roger Clemens and Lou Gehrig on the walls, along with music groups and models. One poster described how to make cocktails. “And there was your typical teenage pile of dirty laundry”, Nate Dykeman said.
Four or five years ago, the family attended St. Philip Lutheran Church in Jefferson County. The pastor, Don Marxhausen, is not your traditional man of the cloth. He spent much of his ministry working with ghetto drug addicts in New York, and swears on occasion. Don Marxhausen said the Klebolds were looking for a sense of community, but Tom had “a bunch off issues” with organized religion and the family quit coming after about six months. The Klebolds had both Christian and Jewish background, and celebrated both Hanukkah and Christmas.
Tom and Sue Klebold had strickt limits on how much money they spent on their kids. “These kids were not spoiled”, friend Judy Brown said. “Tom and Sue wanted them to know the value of money and work.” One Christmas, Sue fretted because Dylan wanted a collectible baseball card that cost as much as she had planned to spend on all his gifts. She worried about only having one gift under the three. But that’s what Dylan wanted, and that’s all he got. As a senior, Dylan was out of class by 1 p.m. He often came straight home and spent time with his dad, who worked out of the house. Tom treasured that time. He thought he and Dylan had grown extremely close.
On April 20th, at 12:08pm Dylan shot himself in the left temple with his TEC-9 in library.
what’s the one thing that ties all school shooting together?
the fact that they’ve happened in schools.
using that logic, if there were no schools there couldn’t be any more school shootings
SO the government should close all schools like now