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seventheI'm stealing this idea from ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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 fromjennyclarinet 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.
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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Date: 2008-09-11 11:18 pm (UTC)I stayed in all day and didn't go to any classes or to eat. I cried and cried because it was my second week of classes and I was homesick and completely alone and I couldn't reach anyone. I had no friends and no family available. I was far from home.
It was a shitty start to a shitty year of school that I later looked back on as a catalyst for me flunking out. I mean, I can't even describe how alone and scared I felt. That feeling stuck—I was coming off a summer of political excitement, because I had registered vote to finally and I was always a "america the beautiful" nerd. Seriously, I had one of my senior photos in front of a flag, I was so hardcore about LOVING MY COUNTRY. So it was just me, alone, confused and scared and not internet-savvy enough to figure out what was really going on; for hours I thought that maybe there were attacks everywhere and they just weren't getting through the news because people were caught up with the WTC and then the Pentagon.
It was terrifying and uncool and my story is lame. Oh well!