Writer's Block: 9/11
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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.
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Date: 2008-09-12 11:08 pm (UTC)i was going to Rutgers New Brunswick at the time. I had spent the night at my friend Jenny's dorm, and we were at breakfast on College Ave: business as usual. Jenny went to class and I went back to my dorm. When I got there, all 5 rooms on the floor had their doors open and my roomie told me what happened. we just all kept poking our heads out and commenting. Apparently the flight path had been right over our campus. I was worried b/c my best friend's aunt was there (she made it out and home). Other people I knew didn't. I spent most of the day on the phone w/my friend getting updates about his aunt. Things were weird here. I mean, it's Jersey. From the highway by my house, you can see the skyline. Our campus closed Tuesday and Wednesday, but we held classes on Thursday.
That day wasn't when it hit me hard. Thursday night was when it hit me hard. I was coming home for the weekend. I wanted to see my family. I was coming up the turnpike, and could still see the dust and smoke and what not from the rubble across the Hudson. I could see the search lights. And that's when I broke down. I don't know why I broke down. People I knew well hadn't died. It was just, I don't know.
It's still weird to live here and be so close and to see the skyline without the WTC.