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[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.

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[deadshrimpblues.livejournal.com]

My mother woke my up by coming in and turning on my television. So yeah, as soon as I woke up, I knew.

I recall just sitting around for the rest of the day on IRC watching shit go down. I got kicked out of at least one for saying Bush was going to milk this for all it was worth. They didn't appreciate that or my theorizing there would be collector's plates within six months, I guess.

A very odd day. Some very odd weeks followed.

[first-seventhe.livejournal.com]

Oh, hahaha. At least you could go around with the satisfaction that you were right?