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Writer's Block: 9/11
Sep. 11th, 2008 10:50 pm[Error: unknown template qotd]
I remember what I was doing when the planes hit the Towers. I was getting ready for my classes that day. I ended up going to my classes, because why would the IUN campus be closed because of what happened in New York City? We had class as usual, but Professor Buckley cut our British Fiction class short. He had people he knew in New York and was a little more concerned about them.
I was still working at the mall when all of this happened, and I went to work as I normally would, but the mall was pretty much deserted. And you know, who's going to go shopping on a day like that? Especially to Spencer Gifts to buy fake dog poo and lava lamps? I helped unload shipment that day, and around 4 PM, we finally got a call from our district manager telling us to go ahead and close for the day. We made about $65 that day.
That day, it was like everything stopped. And everything I did that day meant nothing to me. I felt scared. I felt that since I lived close enough to another metropolitan area (Chicago), another attack could happen and I wouldn't know what to do, where to go. Everything changed, and not really for the better.
I remember what I was doing when the planes hit the Towers. I was getting ready for my classes that day. I ended up going to my classes, because why would the IUN campus be closed because of what happened in New York City? We had class as usual, but Professor Buckley cut our British Fiction class short. He had people he knew in New York and was a little more concerned about them.
I was still working at the mall when all of this happened, and I went to work as I normally would, but the mall was pretty much deserted. And you know, who's going to go shopping on a day like that? Especially to Spencer Gifts to buy fake dog poo and lava lamps? I helped unload shipment that day, and around 4 PM, we finally got a call from our district manager telling us to go ahead and close for the day. We made about $65 that day.
That day, it was like everything stopped. And everything I did that day meant nothing to me. I felt scared. I felt that since I lived close enough to another metropolitan area (Chicago), another attack could happen and I wouldn't know what to do, where to go. Everything changed, and not really for the better.
