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."