Sue and Tom Klebold grew up in Ohio, but their childhoods were hardly similar.

Sue knew privilege, Tom knew tragedy.

Susan Frances Yassenoff lived in the well-to-do suburb of Bexley outside Columbus. The name Yassenoff means something in Columbus. Her grandfather, Leo Yassenoff, was a prominent developer and philanthropist who left his $13 million estate to charity. The Jewish community center in Columbus is named after him. Sue’s father, Milton, was Jewish; her mother, Charlene, was not. Sue attended Temple Israel, said Solly Yassenoff, a distant cousin.

After high school, Sue studied art and math at Ohio State University.

Thomas Ernest Klebold was born in the Toledo area. His mother died when he was 6, his father when he was 12. His half brother, Donald, who was 18 years older, raised him. Tom attended a small college in Springfield, Ohio, for two years before transferring to Ohio State, where he majored in sculpting and fell in love with another art student.

Tom and Sue were married in 1971. 

Tom was the thinker, the more reserved partner.
Sue was artsy and extroverted and sensitive.

The Klebolds searched for a spiritual niche and considered themselves liberal.  
Because of their Jewish and Christian backgrounds, the family celebrated both Hanukkah and Christmas.

Tom and Sue imposed strict limits on how much money they spent on their kids. These kids were not spoiled  Tom and Sue wanted their boys 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 tree. But that’s what Dylan wanted, and that’s all he got.

The Klebolds moved to Milwaukee where Tom got a graduate degree in geophysics from Marquette University. The oil-and-gas industry took them to Oklahoma City in the mid-1970s, and then to Colorado.  In the early 1980s, the Klebolds moved from Lakewood to a neighborhood just southeast of Columbine.

Sue worked at Arapahoe Community College. Sue’s job was to make sure disabled students had access. She moved on to the same position with the state consortium of community colleges.

Tom, predicting the fallout in the oil-and-gas business, started looking for another career. He started his Fountain real estate mortgage-management business. One of the rental properties he and Sue own is in Denver – on Columbine Street.

In 1989, Tom and Sue paid $250,000 for a stunning 3,528-square-foot home tucked between two red rock outcroppings on Cougar Road in Deer Creek Canyon.  They’ve lived in this home ever since, determined to stay and live out the rest of their lives there despite the massacre.

1997  – $5.15 per hour – working 10 hrs per week

Late ‘98/’99 until 4/20 – $6.50 per hour  working a little under 25 hrs per week

Pay Period 3/8 – 3/21 – Dylan worked 10 extra hours at 33.85 hrs.  This would’ve been when Dyl worked the extra shift for Eric since his dog was suffering seizures.

Yes, that’s true. I mentioned this in my previous post that Dylan was Robyn’s second choice for prom and Chris Kirk was her first but that he couldn’t go with her since he was on naval duty.  Though, had Dylan made it known he was interested, I think Robyn would’ve been interested in going deeper in their relationship.  People’s perception of her around him seemed pretty clear that she liked and cared for Dylan a great deal. Some had said she was flirty with him.  I suppose she was trying to gauge if there was any interest on his part before assuming too much and doing something stupid which might potentially mess up the good neutral friendship that they had.

I would have just kissed Dylan on Prom night if I was Robyn.

Tiny little problem with your matchmaking: Dylan wasn’t interested in the couple thing with her. Friends was all he wanted and she respected his lack of interest for anything other than just that.

Yeeup. I can just see the sun burn ovals around his eyes from perpetually wearing his shades..

Otherwise known as his Savage 311-D 12-gauge double-barrel shotgun…😏

You’re asking if one of his dream girls revealed she was interested and returned his feelings? Well..it would never have been too late, even in his Senior year. Unfortunately. .

“However, if it was true that you loved me as I do you…I would find a way to survive. Anything to be with you. I would enjoy life knowing that you loved me.”

Honestly though, a girl that was tenacious with him might have been the right distraction to shift things off course from the crash course train wreck he was resolved to be on. One little thing could have made the difference. Honestly, Junior or Senior year..didn’t matter. He was looking for a reason to live still..just a little piece of hope still left.

His disdainful glare and flick of his hand over his trench pretty much said it all and then some.

I agree with mostly everything here except for the ‘screw him’. You, and by extension, society continually miss the point by staying in a reactive state where y’all just want to sweep the ugly under the carpet and go on with your self righteously perfect lives. It’s sixteen years on now and the time for being pissed at what Dylan had done, and by extension, what ALL mass shooters do and have done in the years prior and after Columbine, needs to come to a productive point.

It’s no longer useful to be indignantly, shame-on-you angry at the destructively devasting, tragic acts they’ve commited when this problem is systemic – most especially here in the US. It’s our failing to not look under that carpet, to truly understand how these boys could reach such a point of desperation and such a sense of devaluement to waste others lives as eagerly as they do their own. It’s detrimental now to get past the blame and look for understanding or else we’re all doomed to have more repeats of Dylan and Eric. Meanwhile, society will continue to not look at them but past them. Looking at the victims may be more the politically correct thing to do but it will never really get to the root of the problem or solve anything. The key is them and understanding their pain which is in reaction and response to the world in which they live and suffer within. Society collectively saying ‘screw you’ and putting the lid on the these kids underlying story will perpetually never do anything productive other than creating more mass shooters saying ‘oh, yeah? screw YOU!’

Yeah, I think Dylan knew she liked him.  Though I think he prevented himself from taking that thought a bit farther as to precisely how much she might just like him. In his mind, he could not see any girl really liked him that way, you see. He thought Robyn liked him a lot, like good friends like each other a lot and want to spend time goofing off.. and right about there was where he was comfortable with thinking of it.  Oblivious friendship bliss.  Why not Robyn?  Well, first it’d be a myth to think that Dylan was that desperate. What I mean here is, he kind of had an idea of who lit his spark when he saw them or interacted with him and how he’d feel in their company.   I don’t really think he saw that ‘spark’ in Robyn; he just wasn’t physically attracted to her that way and so because of that he was comfortable in her company as good friends.  He admired her smarts and motivation in school to get top grades. He wasn’t enthused to going to prom, or any dances for that matter, because it made him nervous in that sort of stuffy, social environment. She asked him to prom and Dylan went as she stated: ‘as a favor to her’.  Mind you, Robyn asked Dylan to go as her second choice. There was a guy in the Navy named Chris Kirk, a former graduate of CHS, who she wrote too occasionally and said she would’ve gone with this guy first choice had he’d not been on duty.  She then went on to tell him she planned to take her ‘good friend Dylan’ to prom.  I will say this though, had Dylan made it clear he was interested in her that way, as in wanting more than just friendship, Robyn would’ve surely jumped at the chance.  She was staying as friends with Dylan because she did not see him being more interested or comfortable even, beyond just simply that so she didn’t push for it which likely would’ve ruined the balance of friendship and made things awkward. More on Robyn and Dylan here.and here.

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Good question. Still pondering that one myself..  

Hm, things happen that are meant to is about all I can say..

Not to sound too terribly

cavalier

here 😉 but how would you expect a guy to act that has spent

nearly eight months planning a massacre with the intent to use weapons and explosives designed to kill classmates ?  From Dylan’s point of view, NBK was not about continuing on as that nice, polite, easy going doormat guy, anymore.  NBK was a chance to say ‘no more Mr. Nice Guy, people’.  It was the freedom to do all that society deemed wrong or immoral and without looking back because soon he’d pull the trigger to his temple and be gone from this misery multiplying infinitely.   It was the moment where Dylan had the power over other people’s life or death. He was Fate itself, and his choice to allow others to live or not was arbitrarily up him. So, why the “wow..just wow” surprise with Dylan’s behavior?  This is what happens when dudes make war on the environment they hate; they attack it like a virus.  He was doing what he and Eric planned to do – it was Operation Kill.  Dylan wasn’t actually about to stop the attack and decide to play hero and drag Kirkin’s body out of harms way (in eye shot of REB mind you.).   Then there’s the fact that Dylan could’ve point-blank shot Lance in the brain pan and effectively pulled the plug on him quite easily.yet he, for reasons unknown, chose only to shoot his jaw.

Dylan was basically like a cat with a mouse when the shooting began outside. He was pawing at the mice, just kind of playing with them but not serious at it all yet because he was still warming up to cold blooded killing.  Eric, otoh, had that down pat immediately.  When John Savage asked Dylan what he was doing – well, what would you have expected him to say in response in that moment, hm? Wonder what you would’ve said in his shoes after just offing a bunch of people in the library. What else could Dylan have said?  It was an awkward, surreal as fuck situation.   But did Dylan kill John Savage?  Nope. And why is that?  Because he knew Savage:  he liked him since the guy was nice to him, acknowledged him daily. Anyway, to wrap this up here:  Dylan flipped a switch on 4/20, acted out and committed this crime in stark contradiction to how he was raised. His actions on that day are, well, what you do and what you become, when you’re making war on the world.  It was the big reveal to the world that he could choose to be ‘the lonely man striking with absolute rage’, that he could turn on all of It like a dime,lash back and self destruct in a final ‘adios, cruel world, and fuck you all.’

Super shy, huh.  Ya think? 😉  That’s an understatement.  Well, definitely timid and cautious and majorly fidgety until he got to know the girl and feel comfortable around her. Those long fingers running through his hair like every 10 seconds and those tentative smiles..You’d see glimpses of him after the butterflies in his stomach lessened just a bit more along with those three shades of flushing cheeks.. then we’re talking the full-on genuine Mr. Dylan Klebold complete with interesting, deep thoughts to share. He might not even stop talking, honestly. That’s what happens when a shy dude feels that permission is granted to open up without repercussions for being himself.  It’s because he finally has earned a sense of ease enough to tell you  what he was just thinking about the other night while laying in bed listening to NIN.. why he prefers the new album to the last one and exactly when their next is due out for release.. what really is the gist of Lost Highway that most people scratch their heads at in confusion, or him doing those whiny, high pitched voice imitations of that teacher you can’t stand and making those dark and terrible jokes that ‘normal’ people just don’t make –but crack you up on your worst day..  More on Dylan as boyfriend material here.

Where does one even start..