where were you?
9.11.01
| #650 | Wednesday, January 23rd 2002 I was frantically weaving in and out of traffic trying to make it to the commuter lots. I hadn't left the house early enough to get to my test with any time to spare. I sprang out of my car and ran to the campus shuttle stops. I noticed people were abnormally somber and reserved, but I didn't really care why. Packed on the bus with 80 other people, i was sitting. I was sitting with three other students’ butts in my face, daydreaming about my test and the rest of the day. I overheard a guy a couple of guys talking about one of the WTC towers being struck by lightning or something. I couldn't quite make out what they were saying. My friend Jen managed to trudge her way through people over to my general area. She asked me if I knew what had happened. My heart dropped, my emotions fell. What? She began to tell me, but in mid-sentence the bus driver flipped on the radio. I remember feeling sick and an urge to crumble as I listened to the dj's talk about what they were seeing on television. This particular radio station isn't the best in town, usually playing your latest selections of pop and hip-hop. Not your choice journalists with integrity. However, the way they explained everything was so raw and real that it took us all there without being able to see anything. I couldn't quite make out the picture in my head until I got to class and saw it on screen. I arrived seconds after the second tower collapsed. I've always been one to watch the news incessantly when something happens. I remember the day of Columbine and sitting in front of the TV for six hours straight. This however, was different. It made you feel so small and vulnerable. I’m proud of our service personnel currently in Afghanistan and elsewhere. We can't let this happen again. Never. regan wright | 20 | Texas |
11 September 2002