(no subject)

[seventhe]

I'm stealing this idea from jennyclarinet, because I think it's a really interesting idea. As a pseudo-memorial, and just as an exercise in curiosity -- F-List, what were you doing on September 11th, 2001? It was a very strange day for a lot of people, and I'd like to hear everyone else's stories. (edit: I guess LJ has made this their topic of the day. So now I'm stealing the idea from them, too.)

Jenny's already seen my story, but here it is:

I was, actually, asleep. I can tell you it was a Tuesday, because I was debating whether or not to sleep through Music Theory II, and my friend Chris knocked on the door. A lot. Repeatedly. I am an asshole, and I ignored him, because I wanted to sleep. Eventually the phone rang. At this point I was already awake, so I picked it up. It was Chris. "You'd better turn on your tv," he says. "You'll want to see this."

So I did.

I didn't really know what to do. I sat and watched the news for a while - I can't remember whether I watched the second plane hit or if I was just watching old footage - and then, because I was pretty numb, I realized it was time for class. I didn't want to go, but Music Theory II only gave you two skips, so I got dressed and headed down there. The campus was pretty much empty. I got to the music building, and my prof was sitting there with his head in his hands. "Go home," he said. "Class is canceled."

So I did.

We (my roommate and I, once she got back from her boyfriend's dorm) basically spent the day watching the TV and calling people. I remember walking across campus to meet up with my boyfriend-at-the-time. I remember we met up at the library and just hugged for a really long time. Then I think we both went our separate ways home. Nobody really knew what to do.


I already know from jennyclarinet and katmillia, but the rest of you - what were you doing? What do you remember about that day?

Also, eerian_sadow has a great memorial post here.

Comments

[katmillia.livejournal.com]

I wish they would have just let us go home. I mean, we all watched the second plane hit on live TV because by that point, we were all glued to the news, but after that, there really wasn't much else, and I could have... slept or something haha.

[salarta.livejournal.com]

It sounds like your school was kinda enforcing "hey people this is a big event you must know it" over everything else. It might've been more productive to let you guys head home or something, because overexposure isn't a good idea (some might need counseling, others might not care as much as they should about the event).

[katmillia.livejournal.com]

Pretty sure the murder-suicide of a girl a grade above me in sixth grade was far more traumatic than watching 9/11 on the news, when it came down to things affecting me.

[salarta.livejournal.com]

And that makes a lot more sense, because (I'm taking a guess here) you probably didn't know anyone in the World Trade Center towers directly, but you at least sorta knew this girl. Even if you didn't, the World Trade Center towers are all the way in New York, while she was in your own school.