I feel guilty and grateful at the same time.Guilty that I got to go to class today. Guilty that I even woke up this morning. Those 32 people will never be able to do that again. They will never wake up and get to go to class, whether it be to pass on their knowledge or to gain knowledge of their craft. They were shot down in their place of higher learning. No warning. They were just trying to be at college and get to class. 32 families shattered that snowy morning in Virginia.And one family lost and confused, possibly feeling all the guilt and taking all the responsibility.Could they have stopped him? Didn't they see the signs? Is it their fault?They'll never truly know.But then again I feel grateful that I got to go to class today. Grateful that for another day, I got to wake up this morning.I woke up today, I got to talk to my mom, play with my dog, check my e-mail.I went to class. I went to class for them. Why this hit home so hard for me, I have no idea.Maybe it's because that could have been Northern plastered all over the television yesterday. That could have been us.I wasn't one of the 32, but I could have been.That's why I feel so guilty and so grateful.R.I.P. those 32 people.And good vibes to the family of the shooter.