Five Years Later....

[dawn_felagund]

A Quick Introductory Note:I have written this post for myself because I want most of all for my journal to be just that: a journal that I can look upon in a few--or many--years time. I am leaving it unlocked, however, because I think [hope?] that discussing and thinking about these things will help us in the end, whether in the practical sense of

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[dawn_felagund]

I find it really odd that they didn't tell you at school, especially since you all were in high school and so presumably mature enough to "handle" such information. Schools closed around here, but of course, one of the attacks (Pentagon) happened literally in our backyard, and at that point, we weren't sure if more planes were coming and where. The prevailing wisdom believed it wisest to get everyone home and stay there. I certainly left UMBC as soon as I had an inkling of what was going on, though I still remain rather irked with my classmates for being so damned casual about everything.

It must be a surreal feeling indeed to look back at that time having been unaware at the time of what was going on. Even my couple hours of cluelessness feel really odd now, in retrospect, like I should have known. I also feel uncomfortable in thinking of how I had allowed myself to dwell on my personal problems when something so much larger was going on...but of course, I didn't know either.

This was still the time when my whole family still worked at the restaurant (except my sister, smart lass!), and my mom was working that day and said how--since schools had closed--there was a huge influx of people coming in for lunch, laughing and acting like nothing was wrong. I suppose that this is how some people deal with it, but it seemed insensitive to me that they didn't consider the people making and serving their meals, some of whom had family and friends in NYC and DC and didn't really give a damn if "you want fries with that?"

The mall closed shortly thereafter anyway, thankfully.