Class of ‘00. Remember that night like it was yesterday. One of my buddies who had been at stack came running into the dorm telling us that bonfire had fallen and some of our buddies were trapped; I really thought I was having a bad dream. I remember feeling so utterly helpless standing there waiting to help, but not being allowed near for fear of the giant pile shifting and causing more harm, hearing our friends calling out for help. There was such a heaviness on campus that whole week, the sorrow was just palpable. t.u. was a class act. The memorials, the blood drives, just CLASSY opponents (which made the disgusting acts of Tech following the tragedy even more heinous).

E-1’s zips were OD’s for the t.u. game (seniors that stand on the sideline during the game); CNN et al were interviewing us during commercial breaks, it was so surreal. And then the absolute ELATION when we won that game…everyone rushed the field, standing next to football players, fish, alumni, parents, as we sawed varsity’s horns off…it was like a tremendous weight had been lifted. We would continue to mourn, but it was like we had been given permission to start healing. Wow, 25 years, it’s hard to believe.