9/11

So, everyone is writing about where they were 7 years ago today. So, I decided to take my turn at it as well.

I was in my Philosophy 110 class, with my dear dear friend John. I remember, being hung over, and having our professor walk into class late saying a plane had just crashed into the WTC. I didn't really know what the heck that meant, so we went on with class.

John and I than walked towards my Anthropology class (yuck). He convinced me, while having a cigarette, to skip and go hang out at the union. So, we did. It was only then that we realized what our professor was talking about in Philosophy. The union was like a freaking museum or something. It was so quiet in there. Seriously...no coffee machines running, nobody standing in line for food, nobody on their telephones. Every single person in that place, was GLUED to the tv. EVERYONE!

John and I sat and watched it for a bit, realizing this was a huge deal in the world, not just America. I remember we walked back, in silence, to my dorm room to continue watching the news. For the next week, that was all anyone could do. You'd walk down the hallway in the dorms, and every single door was open, with the news on, and people talking to friends and family on the phones, and people getting together for prayers, and candle lightings, and just to not be alone. The whole week was just creepy, and just so unreal.

I still have the newspaper from 9/12. I remember thinking this was history, and for the rest of my life, I would forever remember where I was, and what I was doing (I'm ashamed I was hung over and smoking cigarettes).

I think it's great that we remember that day. I think its' great that we remember the innocent victims from WTC, Pennsylvania, the Pentagon, and those three flights. I think it's great that once a year we all become so filled up with remembering, that we forget. We forget that we hate each other, and that we smear each others names on every other day of the year. I think it's great.

So, there it is. I'll probably never write about this again. But, every 9/11, even without thinking about it, I think of Philosophy, and Anthroplogy, and my dear dear friend Johnny. And the fact that we all love each other...again, at least for one day.