September 11, 2001. Colorado State University. Fort Collins, CO – I was sleeping off a night of college party keg stands and bad pizza when I first heard the news. My roommate at the time came into my room and notified me that someone flew a plane into the World Trade Center in NYC. “That moron’s gonna get fired for sure,” I said, not knowing the severity of the situation. I didn’t have class until noon but thought it a good idea to check out the news. Not two minutes after I flipped on the set, the second plane was coming in. That’s when it hit me. “This isn’t an accident. What the hell is happening?”
Numbed and confused, I went to class. I don’t even remember if I got dressed or wore my pajamas. The campus was abuzz with frantic electricity, shouts and cries, cell phone calls, and the general feeling of “something’s amiss.” I called my mom. She apologized. She said she was sorry we had to witness such a horrific event. I accepted the apology with a “you don’t need to apologize” tone. That’s the only conversation, aside from my roommate waking me up, that I remember from that day.
Though I don’t remember anything that transpired in my personal life, I will never forget where I was on 9/11/01. Where were you?