Yes, I think they knew of Skinny Puppy if not exactly listened to their music as a fan because SP is part of the Industrial Techno genre of music that they loved (well, in particular, that Eric loved). I wouldn’t doubt it if a couple of SP tracks were on Industrial compilation mix albums that Eric had or perhaps cds that he put together himself.  And of course they’d know Ogre from SP who performed vocals on “Torture” from KMFDM’s Symbols album.

In her book, Sue claims that she had no inkling that Dylan smoked. That’s stunning really, when you think about it.. She mentions that not long before he died she smelled the scent of cigarette smoke on him and when she confronted him about it he countered exasperatedly “I’m not that stupid!”  So she took his apparent disdain for the practice and his reaction of being appalled by her accusation for face value.  Later on after his death, she found a pack of cigarettes in his drawer and realized than that he had been flat-out lying to her.  It’s hard to believe that she and Tom (or most especially Byron even?) had no idea that he smoked because it would seem he was quite a proficient smoker and did so regularly right off school grounds or in his social circle, at parties and such.  The fact that he never craved to go sneak out for a smoke while stuck at home, that he never attempted to hide or conceal the scent outside in a somewhat remote part of his backyard, in his car in his bedroom via an open window or even that his friends never slipped up and mentioned something about his regular habit is quite frankly miraculous.   Sue and Tom were duped by Dylan only for the sheer fact that they flat out believed their son when he said he didn’t do that sort of thing and also because Dylan must’ve had some will power over his smoking addiction and was somehow able to avoid any signs of being a smoker while at home and in the presence of his family.  It’s interesting that he concealed this from his parents so well perhaps because his parents knew how much of chain smoker that Byron was. Dylan seemed to have wanted to not disappoint his parents so he maintained the facade that he was the good son making all the correct choices as they had anticipated of him.

Dylan grew up on Baseball since he was a child and was in Little League. In the ninth grade, Dylan tried out for the Baseball team at Columbine and failed to make the team. He was greatly disappointment but  also, right about at this point in time, he started to get a sense of what the exclusive school culture was like at Columbine. After he was rejected from being part of the team for the only sport he loved with a passion; he’d begun to acquire a sense of resentment for the athletic elite at Columbine because he was not the school’s “type” for sports and didn’t have the acceptable physique to fit in or the desirable skill set.  We shouldn’t forget that though Dylan hated the jocks part of the reason why he resented them was because he was jealous of them since they seemed to be having a better time at life – from his own secret point of view within his journal.  When Dylan failed to make the team, this sort of set the tone in giving him an impression that he was going to have a tough time fitting into the school culture.  When he was child and in the gifted program he was taught that anything was possible, the sky was the limit for his abilities and his passions but in high school, his failure to fit in where he hoped to, gave him the message that his potential was limited by the favored crowd at school. He was rejected from the sort of physical activity that he loved and so he threw himself into computers and became known as the computer nerd and outcast loser.    

“Both of our sons played baseball from the time they were small; the sport was the common thread woven through their childhoods and adolescence. They  watched games on television, fought over the sports pages, and took turns going to baseball games with their father. Tom loved the game, and the three of them would spend summer nights playing catch in the backyard, or throwing balls through a plywood sheet Tom had customized for pitching practice.
Dylan’s walls were covered with posters of his baseball heroes: Lou Gehrig, Roger Clemens, Randy Johnson. One of our favorite movies was The Natural, which starred Robert Redford as a baseball prodigy. The boys watched it so often that they knew parts by heart. 

Baseball was not only a wholesome pastime for the boys; it was a shared love between Tom’s family and my own. One of my grandfathers had been asked to join a professional team as a young man (he declined: he didn’t want to leave his widowed mother), and both Tom’s father and his brother played amateur ball well into their adult years. I loved that our boys played this classic American sport, just as their grandfathers and great-grandfathers had before them. Both Dylan and Tom were devastated when Dylan, entering Columbine High School as a ninth grader, didn’t make the Columbine High School baseball team.

Byron’s smooth right-handed pitch kept him in the game until he grew tired of it. Dylan also pitched, but he was a lefty and fired the ball like a cannon, trying to strike the batter out. Throwing hard was his trademark, and he often sacrificed accuracy for speed. In time, his pitching style took its toll on his arm. The summer before Dylan went into eighth grade, Tom hired a coach to help both boys with their form. During one of their sessions, Dylan seemed to
be struggling. Suddenly, he stopped throwing altogether, his eyes downcast. Tom hurried over, worried he or the coach had pushed Dylan too hard. He saw Dylan’s eyes were filled with tears.

“My arm hurts too much to pitch,” Dylan told his dad.

Tom was shocked. Dylan had never mentioned any pain before, though we later learned it had been going on for months, worsening with each throw. It was typical of Dylan not to mention it: he’d been determined to overcome the problem by force of will. Tom took him to the doctor immediately. Dylan had a painful inflammation around the tendons of the elbow, and the doctor recommended he take a break from baseball. He stayed away until the following summer, when he began to practice for the Columbine High School baseball team tryouts.

Tom had also begun to experience serious joint pain. (Right around the time Dylan was entering high school, Tom was diagnosed with rheumatoid arthritis, and would undergo surgeries on his knees and shoulders in the next few years.) His ability to help Dylan practice was limited as he could no longer throw a ball, so he hired the pitching coach to come back. As it turned out, Dylan’s arm was still sore. The day of the tryouts, the two of them made quite a
pair—Dylan favoring his elbow, and Tom’s knees hurting so badly he could barely walk out to the field. 

– A Mother’s Reckoning by Sue Klebold

Best way to follow along with the happenings on 4/20 is by referring to the Jeffco Narrative Timeline of Events

A toss up between an INTJ and an INTP

I’m glad E-C kept you spellbound over your spring break. 😊 I got a kick out of this. 👍🏻 Thanks so much for stopping by with the kind words. 💖

No, I don’t think Dylan exhibited signs of ADD at all.  Kids with ADD usually show signs of  fidgeting, hyperactivity, impulsivity, lack of restraint, absent-mindedness, difficulty focusing, forgetfulness, problem paying attention, or short attention span.  As a child, Dylan was far too focused, patient and meticulous while playing or assembling puzzles and Legos; he was diligent in follow-through on completing tasks as well.  Sue mentions that he was also overly concerned with perfectionism and doing something the correct or “inside the box” safe way. Whereas Byron was not, he was more rambunctious and troublesome.  If anything, Byron who was described as the “joyful whirling dervish” had probably more ADD tendencies of the two.  Not implying htere that just because Byron was a wild child and full of energy that he was ADD only that the way Sue describes him, he seemed to have more of the potential tendencies of it.

If Dylan became more scatter brained as teen while say, completing homework,  it was probably more due to his lack of enthusiam as well as depression and zero motivation. I tend to think he had multiple homework from different classes in various stages of completion like spinning a bunch of pie plates up in the air, and he finished the stuff that engaged him the most and did so ahead of when the assignment was due while other stuff,  he pushed on the back burner until the very last minute like his AP calculus (and Robyn would help him get it completed on time.)  When he took interest and loved to do something he seemed to be immersed in it and did it well.  Stuff he loved to do would be effortless and completed rapidly.

After Byron’s energy, Dylan’s willingness to sit on the floor and play quietly was a revelation.Both boys were active and playful, but Dylan sought out sedentary tasks that required patience and logic, and after his always-on-the-go brother had outgrown snuggling, Dylan would still slow down for a book or a puzzle or a cuddle with me. Our younger son was observant, curious,and thoughtful, with a gentle personality. Curious about what was going on around him, patient even-tempered, and quick to giggle, Dylan could make the most routine errand fun. He was up for anything—a social, affable child, who loved to do stuff.

As a toddler, he was fascinated by snap-together construction toys; as he grew older, he spent countless hours building with Legos. Precise and methodical, he loved to follow the printed instructions exactly, meticulously building ships, castles, and space stations, only to dismantle and build them again. Dylan had a bunk bed in his bedroom, and Tom placed a large sheet of plywood over the lower bed so Dylan would have an out-of-the-way spot to work on larger and more complicated structures over a period of days. Byron preferred freestyle
construction, and his imagination was the source of some wildly creative projects. Dylan was the opposite. Occasionally concerned he was too focused on perfection, Tom and I would talk to him about how it was okay to substitute an alternate piece if he couldn’t find the exact right one.

–Sue Klebold – A Mother’s Reckoning

TY. I’m back ..for now. 🌷 💜

I wonder if when you like hate posts about Columbiners is sarcastic or you actually agrees with them. 😐

I like those sorts of posts specifically because they’re the ones that need an open invitation to E-C to learn about the real Dylan, apart from the labels “Columbine Killer” and “mass murdering monster”.as well what it can mean to be part of the “Columbiner” community in general  🙂 

Aww, gee, thank you!  Ever so gratifying to hear this sentiment. ☺️

I think Sue has maintained that she doesn’t feel qualified to conclusively diagnosis Eric as a “psychopath” nor squarely place the blame on his shoulders.  She did, however, consider and reflect on what the psych “experts” told her they had diagnosed him as, and she utilized them for guidance and consideration as she did quite a few people she’d interviewed in the book in various chapters.  The majority of the psych experts implied that Eric had psychopathic traits and so Sue took this into account and weighed it just a bit in her book. In most of her interviews though, you’ll will find that when the Eric question is posed to her, she mentions what was conveyed to her by the experts but she is very careful to underscore the fact that she does not presume to know specifically what was wrong with Eric and does not see him as fully culpable for her son’s own actions. Only that it was clear that Eric had his own set of issues, as did her own son, and that the two, together, were an unfortunate magnetically attracted, deadly combination.

Agreed!  Answered before here.

wine-and-vodka:

When someones says to me
leave it in the past, all I can say is how? 17 years ago people were thinking
like Dylan & Eric allready. Right now alot of people are too. People say we need change
and we will do everything to make it better, but by what i’ve seen online or at
schools. Let me tell you nothing fucking changed. We will keep making the same
mistakes and cry just as hard when someone looses their life, either if it’s
due to suicide, or to the actions of someone who was driven by insanity.

When will we start noticing that we all have to stand together to make a difference and not devide people into groups cause that’s what happens when we think we are too superior or too ugly to be around people. We have to take this image away cause friendships can happen from Jocks to Underdogs it’s possible.

But most of all it happens, it has happend before, it happens right now and it might happen again. For years there have been groups divided, and I want to stop that. I just hope I can help people because no matter how much you despise a person or how much you might like them. A simple hello or a smile can mean something to them, and for anyone who is reading this maybe if you take the time if you want to you might build an amazing friendship with someone you might’ve never guessed it.

Please reach out, help others but most of all be open and willing to try new things because you never know where you’ll end up.

For me as a person which has expierienced bullying it leaves scars, and it takes every individual to heal differently over time.

Learn from the past, Teach for today, and make a difference for tomorrow.

Well said.^^

semen-demon-666:

Eric Killed:
-Rachel Scott
-Dave Sanders
-Isaiah Shoels
-Cassie Bernall
-Steve Curnow
-Kelly Flemming
– Daniel Mauser
– Himself

Dylan Killed:
– Corey DePooter
– Kyle Velasquez
– Matt Kechter
– John Tomlin
– Lauren Townsend
– Daniel Rohrbough
– Himself

Eric killed Daniel Rohrbough, See here

Dylan and Eric both shot at Corey DePooter. See here and here  
Earlier ballistics tests had determined that two slugs found in DePooter’s chest came from Eric’s 9mm carbine rifle. 

The list should look like this:

Eric Killed:
-Rachel Scott

– Daniel Rohrbough

-Dave Sanders
-Isaiah Shoels
-Cassie Bernall
-Steve Curnow
-Kelly Flemming
– Daniel Mauser

– Corey DePooter

– Himself

Dylan Killed:
– Kyle Velasquez
– Matt Kechter
– John Tomlin
– Lauren Townsend

– Corey DePooter

– Himself