Friday, September 11, 2009


It was the second week of classes, my first year of college. I didn't have a tv, but my friend Karly IM'ed me & said, "A plane ran in to some building in New York." I thought, "huh" and walked to M118–Finite Math. I was about halfway to class when I realized something was wrong. The vibe on campus was off. It was too quiet. Too somber. Especially for such a gorgeous day early in the semester.

So after I class I checked out the giant screen tv in the basement of my dorm. With two girls in black hajibs.

And I realized it wasn't just a plane running into "some building."

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1 comment:

  1. I can't believe you remember the course number! I just remember walking home from the Business School and thinking, "What's the big deal?" Guess it wasn't just a plane crashing into some building...