Another damn 9/11 post?
Everyone seems to be doing the reminisce thing.
It's one of those events where everybody remembers exactly where they were and what they were doing at the time-- it's memorable to me, not for what I was doing when ithappened, but for the fact that I was unreachable from almost exactly the moment the first plane hit to the minute the towers finished falling. 9am to 10:30am. I was in Asian Art History-- I don't remember what we were studying that day. Early Japanese art, probably, since it was one of the first classes. But the lights were off, the doors were closed, the teacher had the projector on and was lecturing in the little, out of the way art history building where there's only one classroom that's really used on a regular basis. There was no one to come in and spring the news.
Nothing seemed off to me when I walked back to my room. I don't remember people talking more, there weren't more people than usual out and about or off in their rooms. I flopped into my chair and went to go poke around online, as was my wont after classes.
My first hint that something was wrong was that kyofujimiya, my girlfriend at the time, displaying her wonderful grasp of geography, asked me if I was alright. (I lived in Boston). After assuring her that I was fine, because New York was four hours away, I finally managed to get some sort of coherent story. About planes and the Twin Towers and devastation. I have to admit, I remember not taking much of it seriously at all. I knew there was chaos, and knew people were dead, but I remember my two major thoughts being "either Bush's administration organized this, or they're going to use it" and "I hope Dee's family is okay." Dee was my roommate-- her family lives in Queens. I wasn't worried about my family. My grandmother had no reason to be anywhere near the Twin Towers, she's an old lady and doesn't really leave Brooklyn much. My uncle is in Long Island, but he too had no real reason to be downtown on that particular day. I left it to my parents to try and get through to the rest of my family.
It wasn't until later in the day, when I watched Dee freaking out, and the death tolls started rising that the seriousness of the situation hit me.
Confession: I have never seen the footage of the planes hitting the Twin Towers.
It's one of those events where everybody remembers exactly where they were and what they were doing at the time-- it's memorable to me, not for what I was doing when ithappened, but for the fact that I was unreachable from almost exactly the moment the first plane hit to the minute the towers finished falling. 9am to 10:30am. I was in Asian Art History-- I don't remember what we were studying that day. Early Japanese art, probably, since it was one of the first classes. But the lights were off, the doors were closed, the teacher had the projector on and was lecturing in the little, out of the way art history building where there's only one classroom that's really used on a regular basis. There was no one to come in and spring the news.
Nothing seemed off to me when I walked back to my room. I don't remember people talking more, there weren't more people than usual out and about or off in their rooms. I flopped into my chair and went to go poke around online, as was my wont after classes.
My first hint that something was wrong was that kyofujimiya, my girlfriend at the time, displaying her wonderful grasp of geography, asked me if I was alright. (I lived in Boston). After assuring her that I was fine, because New York was four hours away, I finally managed to get some sort of coherent story. About planes and the Twin Towers and devastation. I have to admit, I remember not taking much of it seriously at all. I knew there was chaos, and knew people were dead, but I remember my two major thoughts being "either Bush's administration organized this, or they're going to use it" and "I hope Dee's family is okay." Dee was my roommate-- her family lives in Queens. I wasn't worried about my family. My grandmother had no reason to be anywhere near the Twin Towers, she's an old lady and doesn't really leave Brooklyn much. My uncle is in Long Island, but he too had no real reason to be downtown on that particular day. I left it to my parents to try and get through to the rest of my family.
It wasn't until later in the day, when I watched Dee freaking out, and the death tolls started rising that the seriousness of the situation hit me.
Confession: I have never seen the footage of the planes hitting the Twin Towers.