It would certainly enhance my perception of him as in revealing that ‘other side’ to him playing a naughty drama king rather than the shy, quiet and ‘nice’ Dylan which he was a large percentage of his daily life. Granted, a lot of what he was doing was for show and not the ‘real’ him. He was laying it in on thick for his audience via the camera lens and talking big playing off of Eric to please his friend jacking up the hate big time.   Yes, of course, it would change my perception in that I would visually see and hear more facets to Dylan but by the same token, it wasn’t an accurate portrayal of Dylan or Eric’s personality any more than their play-acting in video productions. Dylan was being that puffer fish all blown up safely in Eric’s basement bedroom.  The BTs were the one-dimensional soapbox hate rants of VoDkA and REB condensed on videotape and packaged for the world post-mortem.

The fact that, at one point, Dylan reacts to Eric with ‘jesus you’re on a roll’ to me means that Dylan is half an audience critiquing how well his friend is outdoing him at playing unrepented big and nasty. So, then he has to chime in with something far worse…

This pleases me to no end. TY ❤

It’s beyond sad, it’s more of the same only worse (and will continue to be) but no one in this country seriously plans to do anything about it though so like I said before……..

I tend to doubt it.  I think his parents trusted that he’d be self-sufficient and manage his homework all on his own. And for the most part, he did manage even with all the personal problems he was dealing with, his jam-packed daily schedule combined with sleep deprivation.  I don’t think he kept a homework schedule and set aside time daily to work diligent on assignments after school as Eric was likely more apt to do.  I think Dylan would slack off and let a lot of things slide to the last minute. He’d then have to scramble to catch up all at once right before it was all due.  Robyn had to help him get caught up on the AP Calc.  It was a like a self-competition cramming at the very last minute to juggle and complete homework each at various stages of completion, and for him as a gifted kid, that was probably the only way to create a ‘challenge’ with the plodding school work offered at CHS.

Contrary to popular belief, Dylan was not an immortal god but an actual, real, human boy that yes, got sick occasionally.  *gasps*

Dylan came home from school on his way to work & I fixed him a snack. He felt lousy, thinks he’s getting a cold or worse. He picked out a yearbook picture before going to work. Tom got home late and I made a nice little dinner. Dylan came home and joined us before going out. [8/28/98]

eh, come again?  This looks like someone used Google translator and the syntax reads like scrambled eggs. lol 

As I mentioned before in another post that they likely dated as part of a group.

Yes, he did his fair share of it and learned how to do laundry at an early age. He asked his mom to teach him how to do it.  But as a teenager, I’m sure Sue helped him out occasionally when she had to remind him to strip his bedsheets while simultaneously grabbed his mounting dirty clothes pile for her current wash. 

hey baby ?!?!???   Uhmkay.   QI… Uh, I think you might’ve meant to say IQ?  lol

Use the E-C Search…but  do make sure you don’t transpose the letters, babycakes. 😉

Yes, the two mothers met months after the tragedy.  And no because Sue never mentions in any instances of her book about Dylan having a crush on Rachel, even if it was a tiny one for a short period of time. You would think that would be the opportune time to mention such a crush.  Sue only mentions that the girl that Dylan loved as mentioned in his writings was someone that did not know Dylan at all. 

You wanna know what’s weird about this Q?  I was just reflecting about someone asking me a while ago as to whether I’d ever do a youtube channel similar to CVA and no sooner then I checked my inbox a mere fifteen minutes later, I got this^^ question.   …And bizarre stuff like that keep happening.  😉 

Honestly, though, I would just be a very awkward, bashful af, female version of Dylan on audio. Y’alls would be disappointed in me. hehe As an introvert, writing responses to Qs allows me the space to reflect, Intuit and find words in a quiet mind space.  Again, I’m really flattered that you and others have asked me this.  And, I would if I could …if I was capable?  🙂 but I don’t  think I’m cut out for that gregarious, extroverted medium as I’m too anxious and self-critical. I’d be stressing if I lived up to all of your expectations.  Trust me, it’s bad enough with how I perceive my own writing. Ack. lol 

This is when Dylan’s parents attended a parent-teacher conference regarding the violent essay he wrote in Creative Writing class months before the massacre (if you don’t know what the essay is and need to catch yourself up, don’t ask. Simply E-C Search “Man in Black” 🙂 )

“We were all roughly the same age, and the three of us mused about what it had been like to be young during the Vietnam War. This prompted Dylan’s teacher to share a story. She’d brought a folk record from the sixties, “Four Strong Winds,” into class. The song featured the hardships faced by migrant farm workers, and it had always made her cry; but her students had laughed when she played it.

Tom and I leaned forward with concern. “Did Dylan laugh too?” She told us he had. I was bitterly disappointed; he often watched classic movies with us, and I would have expected better. Tom and I apologized for the insensitivity of our son and his classmates, and the three of us commiserated over the youth of today, like old-timers sitting on a park bench. We shook hands warmly when we parted.

It was Dylan’s reaction to the song—not the paper—that Tom and I talked about on the way home. I hated that he’d laughed when his teacher shared a piece of art that moved her. Tom could never part with old books, science journals, or car parts, and his piles of junk ordinarily drove me nuts. That night, though, I appreciated his idiosyncrasies as he dug out the old record. We sat in the living room with a cup of tea, and I gave myself over to the song’s melancholy
refrain.

Tom saw an opportunity to teach Dylan a lesson, and to have a bit of fun, too. When he heard Dylan’s car coming up the driveway, he queued up the record. When Dylan came in, we told him about the meetings with his teachers. Tom remembers that we talked about the paper during that discussion and asked him to get it for us; I don’t remember asking for the paper until the following morning. As we talked, Tom hit Play. Eventually, Dylan recognized the song coming up in the background. Knowing he’d been set up, he started to laugh.

“Why are you playing that horrible song?!”

“Why is it horrible?” I asked him. He said he hated the “weird” sound of it. We told him what the song was about. “Just listen to it with an open mind,” Tom requested. Without protest, Dylan listened to the rest of the song. When it was over, he admitted it wasn’t that bad. We told him how hurt his teacher had been, and talked about the importance of respecting the feelings of others. He admitted it had been wrong to laugh.”

I highly recommend that people purchase a copy of Sue’s book. The proceeds of “A Mother’s Reckoning” go to mental health research organizations. The ebook and paperback are as affordable as that next Starbucks frappuccino you purchase. 😉

I’d say that Dylan’s liberal parents were of the generation that would’ve thought the Beatles classic and would’ve listened to them out of nostalgia so Dylan was probably quite familiar but that said, it wouldn’t have been his taste.  ( Let’s not forget his reaction to his parents playing the sixties folk song ‘Four Strong Winds” for him in Sue’s book.  haha)   Most definitely not Eric’s taste at all whatsoever.

They’re convoluted as heck and like most conspiracy theories, simultaneously interesting, amusing and often ridiculous. I’ve already spoken about this a few times. E-C Search “conspiracy theories”. 

Dylan did act out in certain classes that frustrated or bored him – in his French class taught by Kathy Lutz and his Chemistry class with Teresa Miller.  His grades were suffering in both.  He could also get pissed off about the injustices that went on in the school with the jocks.  But “angry student” was not his usual temperament around peers and friendly associations. He was the sort that took a long while to get frustrated and angry and then he blew up.  lol  If you’re asking if his behavior would be unpredictable and mercurial in interactions with girls, that’s a big no. Dylan generally by nature was a quiet, shy violet (not violent lol). Approaching him would be hard not because for setting him off but more like trying to get him to open up and engage with the girl in conversation. 🙂  What you get would be shy grins, blushes, shifting of his feet, dragging his cigarette and running his hand through hair for the gazillionth time.

E-C Search “mugshots” for your answer.

That was Lauren Townsend shot by Dylan with his 9mm intratec Tec-9 semi-automatic pistol. See here and here.

E-C Search “guest room” for the answer. 🙂

Probably because his mother never stated that he had any other severe stomach pains or IBS/IBD like symptoms since or prior to that night.  It came on suddenly and vanished just as mysteriously.  It was painful enough for Dylan to actually notify his parents that it was bad. Given how Dylan never vocalized anything ever bothering him emotionally or physically, it would’ve been a big deal for him to call attention to the pain enough where his parents decided to take him to the emergency.

“Later that month, he woke up in the middle of the night with terrible stomach pains. We were concerned enough to take him to the emergency room, where they ruled out appendicitis and everything else. Puzzled, the doctors released him, and he appeared to recover completely. I would later learn that unexplained somatic symptoms, particularly abdominal pain, may be a marker for depression.

Then, two days later, at the beginning of October 1997, Tom received a call from the school. Dylan had been suspended. The news was a shock. It was the first time either of our boys had been disciplined at school.”

Keep in mind, that I’m not referring to his black Australian duster (which the TCM wore and incorrectly/loosely called it a “trench coat’) but instead his long, leather double breasted authentic trench coat.  See here.   Info acquired from Sue’s book “A Mother’s Reckoning”.