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So, where were you?
We all remember that Tuesday morning so clearly. What do you remember?
I was a sophomore in college and my first class on Tuesdays wasn't until 10:40, so I got up around 8, took a shower, made myself some scrambled eggs, and sat on the couch to watch tv while I ate. I turned on the tv right after the first plane hit and couldn't believe it. Then, I saw the second plane hit and knew there's no way it could have been an accident.
I met my friends who I carpooled with and by that time, the plane had hit the Pentagon. We were scared and unsure about what was going on as we listened to the latest news on the radio all the way to school. I got to class and so many of my classmates had been in class since 8:00 and hadn't heard. Of course, texting wasn't nearly as prevalent and FB wasn't invented yet...otherwise everyone probably would've known already. Our professor told us what happened and cancelled class. Then, the college cancelled all classes.
I sat with hundreds of other people on campus in the tech building watching the news reports for a while until we were told that campus was closing and everyone needed to leave. It took forever to get home because of everyone trying to leave at the same time.
I was panicking because my bf was in the air force and was also a fire fighter, so he and his colleagues were all packed up and ready to head to NY to help with the rescue efforts. His base was on lock-down, so he wasnt able to give me any information about what was going on. Also, with everyone in the country using their cell phones to call people, it was really hard to get service (Anyone else remember that?). I was so scared that my bf would be sent to put himself into danger in NYC, or that he'd end up overseas to fight the inevitable war.
I remember practically every step I took that day. I was not in NYC and did not know anyone who was flying out of Boston that day (thank God), so I was not impacted the way that so many others were, but it was still a very scary day.
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It was my junior year of college. My sister called me around 8:50am... my mom had gone in at 8am for a hysterectomy so I assumed she was just calling to tell me everything was okay, but she asked if I heard a plane crashed into one of the twin towers. I had no idea and at that point they were still thinking it was an accident. I got ready and went to breakfast with my friends and then went to class. It was crazy because by the time I got back another plane had hit the other building and both towers had crashed. It was surreal and I panicked and calling friends from home because a lot of my friends had parents working in NYC. One of my friends at college was freaking out because her father is a pilot for AA and his flight was the Boston - LA flight and she couldn't get ahold of her mother and thought her father was dead. I remember consoling her and we just didn't know what to do. We later found out her dad was pulled from that flight shortly before people boarded for a surprise training or something.
I knew a couple people at college who lost an aunt, uncle, or some family member from 9-11 and growing up so close to NYC and knowing so many people who worked there, it hits home every year. I can't watch the footage anymore because its just too depressing. I remember that day being consumed by the tv and just watching it over and over.
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I was a Freshman in college sitting in my college algebra class when one of my classmates intruppted the teacher with the news. You could tell from his voice that it was serious, so the teaher turned on the tv. We watched about 10 minutes of the news when she dismissed the class.
I went out into our quad area and from our quad you can see the Georgia State Capital ( its one block away). There were text messages rumors out about planes still being missing and one even said one was heading for state capitals. I realized that I didn't want to be in any area with any important buildings so my friends and I left campus and went back to our dorms which were about a mile away via the Atlanta subway. We sat in my room watching the news and I remember making hot dogs for lunch as we watched the horror and destruction. By the time school was cancelled and public transportation was shut down we had been in my room for almost an hour.
My dad worked up the street from my dorm so when he got off he came and picked me up and took me to my parents house for the rest of the evening. I wanted to stay on campus by my mom was like "hell no- you are coming home".
I remember H and I being on the phone all day. He worked nights then, so I called and woke him up with the news.
Sleeping off a hangover. My mom called and asked if I had turned on the TV. I said no. Her response? "Well, I don't want to freak you out, but the WTC was hit by planes and collapsed, the pentagon was hit, there was a plane crash in Pennsylvania and all flights are grounded, but I don't want to freak you out." I then went and turned on the TV. She was a teacher (called me at lunch), and because of the way her room was laid out, she was at the far end of the school behind the gym. All the other teachers were told to turn their TVs off, but no one checked on her room. She got reprimanded later for having it on (I guess word got around because all the other teachers came to her room on their plan).
DH and I almost didn't get together because of this. We had just started dating, and I was supposed to go to his house that night. When I went, he wasn't there. He didn't answer his phone either. So I went out with another guy. Turns out, DH was working at the Pentagon, he wasn't just ignoring me. Oops.
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I had to go to a festival thing that was about an hour and a half away from where I went to school. I got up and got ready for the day without turning the tv on. Once I got on the road I was flipping through radio stations trying to find some music but I went through all of them and it was all news (I hadn't actually listened long enough to hear what was going on). I realized that something was going on and called my mom. She told me that the World Trade Center Towers collapsed. I remember telling her, "That's not possible...I've been there, they'e huge."
As I was driving I was listening to the news and they were talking about how there was still a plane unaccounted for and I remember thinking, "When is this going to stop? Is this fear how we're going to live our life here now?"
My mom met me in the town where this festival was and we did some shopping and I remember how quiet and desserted the stores were.
I was a senior in high school. I was walking into my psychology class and one of my classmates was talking about a plane had hit a building in New York. We all thought it was an accident. My teacher got off the phone and turned on the classroom tv to the footage. Just seconds later the second plane hit. It took me a minute to process that it wasn't footage of the first plane, it was a second plane. I remember the reporters stating that people were jumping from the windows. I saw the first building collapse and I looked at my friend and said "This is unreal...like a fvcking movie..." Then the second building collapsed. I remember Dan Rather's voice saying, in such a shocked, frustrated voice - "And the second tower has just collapsed." My teacher was sobbing. I remember a reporter saying "This is a declaration of war on America" - I can't remember what prefaced that but by then another teacher had stopped by and they were both crying. We all just couldn't look away.
We went to our classes as scheduled but the tv was on in every rom. I remember people in the hallways crying, and my lockermate crying...I gave her a hug and she said "Why are people laughing?!?" I guess people were laughing because they weren't paying attention or were just being tools. It was such a crazy day.
I was working at Sotheby's in NYC. I had signed my lease on my first NYC apartment the day before (!) so I was still commuting from home (the town I live in now). I was waiting on the corner of 79th street and Lexington Avenue for my bus and all of a sudden 4 or 5 ambulances went screaming down Lexington. Like, really crazy fast driving and there were so many of them. That was my first clue.
I got to work and we were supposed to be moving that day so everything was packed up. We gathered around a friend's computer and watched everything unfold. One of my coworkers' father worked downtown and saw the planes from his office window, called his son and made his son leave right then. I just remember the utter disbelief and increasing panic. I was relaying the news to someone and she thought I said the buildings fell and I was like "no,no. Oh god, imagine if they fell? They were hit by a plane". Talk about foreshadowing.....
I left work and headed to meet up with my sister (trains home were no longer running). I walked down Second Avenue from 72nd to 26th street and the two things I really remember are the dozens and dozens of fire trucks going past me. I saw one from my town and remember thinking "oh my god, they're calling in all these other companies..." then when I got to the 59th street bridge I remember the sea of people just walking across the bridge and out of NYC. I was like the only person walking downtown, everyone else was streaming uptown. I passed hundreds of people who had been downtown and were covered in ashes. It was surreal.
I ended up hanging out at my sister's apt until that night until the commuter trains ran again and I got home. Work was closed for the week.
I was a sophomore in high school in my 2nd block English class when we were put on lock down. We asked the teacher why and she didn't know either. They eventually let us change classes, and my 3rd block geometry/trig teacher turned on the tv and told us what happened. We spent the rest of the day watching the news coverage. I wasn't even allowed to walk out to our band room that afternoon for 4th block; we had class in front of the tv in the media room in the library.
That afternoon, we were supposed to be working on a homecoming yard decoration at my bff's house. It was only the 2 of us that showed up and we listened to the radio the whole time we worked.
I remember watching the footage in Mr. Bearden's class thinking it was an accident until I saw the 2nd plane. I was horrified, and honestly still am when I think back to it.
I was a sophomore in college. I worked at the on-campus day care and we were required to get annual TB tests, so I scheduled mine for a random Tuesday morning before class at the campus health center... my appointment was for 9 am. When I was in the waiting room, I saw people crowded around the one television, but I couldn't figure out what they were looking at. I got called back to my appointment and I know the second plane had hit while I was getting my TB test done, so I didn't see it live. When I left the appointment I still didn't really know or understand what was going on yet.
I realized the gravity of what was happening when I saw people literally running for their cars on campus. I went back to my apartment and called my mom around 9:30, and we watched the towers fall. I stayed on the phone with her for over an hour.
I went back to campus for class, and during class we just talked about what was happening. My next class was cancelled, so I went to the union to get something to eat with my then-boyfriend. They had wheeled in televisions for people to keep up with what was happening.
Oddly enough, DH was also in the union at the exact same time as me, got food from the same place, and claims to have been sitting in the same vicinity. It wasn't a large union at all. So weird that we were in the same place at the same time like that.
It was the second week of my freshman year of college. I didn't have class until 10, so I remember waking up close to 9ish. There was an IM message flashing for me from an ex-bf telling me a bit of what was going on, he was worried because his sister lived in NYC at the time. I dressed and raced downstairs to the common room finding a crowd of probably 20-30 people gathered around the TV in time to see the second plane hit. Next to me was a girl whose mom worked as part of the custodial staff for the WTC, and she had no idea if her mom was there that day. I remember comforting her as we watched the towers fall. (thankfully her mom was at another job). I spent most of the rest of my day with a friend who had just moved out of NYC a few months before school started watching footage and skipping the classes our school didn't cancel. Most of my friends received phone calls from friends/loved ones asking if we were okay. They knew were in school in NY, but didn't realize we were in the upstate. It was very surreal. Then that afternoon, I spoke with my dad who told me not to worry that he wasn't on Flight 11. I felt guilty and relieved. I had never thought he was scheduled to be on that plane. Yes, my dad flew to LA every other week then for his job. But he had just gotten back the weekend before, plus, he never flew out on Tuesday. Apparently he had a reservation on that flight, but his meeting in LA got cancelled at the last minute.
Probably my most vivid memory of the day was when I was walking across the green on my way to the one class I attended. There was a huge flock of Monarch butterflies. In my four years at Skidmore, that was the only time I saw them. The grass was bright green, the sky perfect blue with a few clouds. It was so peaceful and serene - very powerful.
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I was student teaching in 2nd grade. As the kids came into the room and they were telling me how they heard on the radio (which the bus driver had on) that a plane crashed into a building in New York. I had no idea what they were talking about and also sorta didn't believe them.
Then when I had a chance to get to the office, I knew. The office doors were closed and any radio that was in there was turned on. I heard them talking about the plane crash and what had really happened. I went right back to the classroom and told my cooperating teacher that what the kids said were true. We had a staff meeting that night and the entire agenda was thrown out as we all talked about what we would be telling the kids the next morning.
I hated being away from my family, but was glad they were safe. My sister left work and went to my parent's house. My Dad was traveling in Michigan and once he found a rental car, he drove home.
I was a sophomore in college and I had my only class for the day (Recent American History) at 9:05. I happened to be running early that day so I was in the classroom early when someone came downstairs to tell the few of us there that a plane had hit the WTC. We went upstairs to another classroom that had a tv and watched for a bit before we had to go to class. My prof cancelled class so I headed to the Pub (our student union).
I watched the 2nd plane hit while sitting in the Pub with a bunch of other students and staff. Shortly after that I went back to my dorm room and woke up my suitemate. She thought I was joking. I turned on the tv and we watched the towers collapse. She started freaking out because her parents were overseas and they were supposed to be flying back that day. (they ended up being able to come home a few days later).
I remember trying to call my parents and having a hard time getting through. I also remember not turning off the tv or computer for a good week.
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That morning I got to my college lecture hall 15 minutes early. I took out my notebook and wrote down the date 9/11 in the margin of my notes. I remember having an uneasy feeling about the date 9/11 and thinking something bad was going to happen that day. Growing up, I've always hated the time 9:11 on a digital clock, I would get so nervous that something bad would happen during that minute. When I wrote the date in my notebook it was about 7:45 central time which was 8:45 in NYC, about the same time the first plane crashed.
I took the bus back to my house after lecture and overheard someone talking to the bus driver about a plane crashing into a building in NYC. I thought he meant a little tiny plane and didn't think too much of it. When I got home I turned on the TV and watched for several hours before having to head back to campus. Classes weren't cancelled but they had several TVs placed around campus and crowds of people standing around watching them. They also have news radio playing overhead in all of the hallways.
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I was working for the company that I still work for - it was the year after I graduated college - and I remember exactly where I was sitting in the accounting cube. I found out about everything on Q102 - relayed the information to my cubemates - and began to believe that there was a serious situation within minutes. I headed downstairs where I knew there was TVs - and where the Campus President was (who is now my boss). I watched, cried, and couldn't believe what had happened. I felt like I was in a transe that day. All day.
I felt much like it did this morning as I ran and sweated out my anger and sadness on the treadmill even 10 years later and watching the coverage. I didn't know how to change the channel on the treadmill Tv and wouldn't have felt right about doing so even if I could've figured it out. I just hoped that the other people working out couldn't see my lip quivering.
Now - I can't imagine what my husband and his family went through knowing that his sister was there in NY in the midst of the chaos. She lives in NJ now, but was in Manhattan at the time. He tells me all the time how scared they were.
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I was in Algebra class waiting for it to begin. I was talking with a guy friend and I remember getting all pissy when the intercom interrupted my story
I think even after I heard the announcement I still didn't understand the magnitude of what had just happened until later on in the day. I understood more especially as I saw the adult's reactions.