This was one of the news stories that I found while browsing the NY Times, while half asleep just now. I'm waiting for my morning dose of caffeine to kick in, from my mug of tea, but this was a suitable shock to jerk me fully awake.
I don't know the kids who died or their familes. I'm very sorry for them.
But at the same time, this is the high school that I went to, and I feel bad that something horrible has happened to its students. I know the roads where this accident took place; I've driven them myself, multiple times. Chris takes one of them to work on a regular basis. I think that's what's hit home more than anything; that this took place in my town, the place which has been mine since I was fourteen and entered the Freehold High School for a special gifted learning community that's housed there (commonly referred to as the Boro). I technically live in Freehold Township now, but that doesn't really make a difference.
It's still my school. It's still my town. It's still where I live and make my home. And it's sad that those kids died.