Freak.  Loser.  Misfit.  Creepy weirdo.  These seem to all be apt and accurate descriptions of the Hokie Killer, Seung Cho. 

 

As more and more information seeps out about him, it is becoming crystal clear that Cho didn’t really belong at school.  He had no friends, and even his own roommates in his dormitory suite thought he was withdrawn and a social outcast.  They had even tried to engage him in conversation, but cho only ever gave one word mumbling responses.  With the personality of a dead fish, his roommates just left him alone.

He was a zero when it came to the ladies.  He acted more like a stalker and couldn’t score a date if he were the last man on campus.  His school grades have not been released yet.  They should be average or below.  Anything higher and I would suspect that Va Tech was just sleeping on the scoring system and passing any student that paid tuition.  Case in point, you should read the horrible play he wrote for his playwriting class.  He was supposedly being taught by an “acclaimed” professor Ed Falco.  Why this professor didn’t toss this loser out of his class is unknown.

In an article at CollegiateTimes, the fellow students remember with sadness how everyone knew Cho was a lunatic, but no one did anything to get him any help. 

Stephanie Derry, a senior English major at Virginia Tech, was in a 3000 level Playwriting class with Cho Seung-Hui this spring semester taught by acclaimed professor Ed Falco.

She described Seung-Hui’s conduct in classes and how all the clues had been there, but could never imagine his bizarre behavior would ever materialize into these recent destructive events.

“Cho was really, really, quiet,” Derry said. “I can’t even remember one word he said the entire semester.”

“We were in a playwriting class together, which is a workshop class, meaning you submit your plays to everyone in it and then we all review the play in class and talk about it,” Derry said.

“His writing, the plays, were really morbid and grotesque,” Derry noted. “I remember one of them very well. It was about a son who hated his stepfather. In the play the boy threw a chain saw around, and hammers at him. But the play ended with the boy violently suffocating the father with a rice krispy treat,” Derry said.

“We made jokes around the class about his work, because it was just so fictional, so surreal, we just had to laugh,” Derry said, “We had to laugh because it couldn’t ever be real or truthful, I mean who throws hammers or chainsaws around?”

“But we always joked we were just waiting for him to do something, waiting to hear about something he did,” Derry said. “But when I got the call it was Cho who had done this, I started crying, bawling.”

“I kept having to tell myself there is no way we could have known this was coming,” Derry described. “I was just so frustrated that we saw all the signs, but never thought this could happen.”