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I remember that day clearly. I got up a little late as well and was headed to class. I still remember what I was wearing that day. I wore my black Phi Mu Alpha Polo and Khaki Ralph Lauren shorts to class. I left my dorm room, an apartment style dorm where you open the door and you're outside, that morning and was walking to my history class when I came across Clyde the custodian in the parking lot of the residence hall. He began telling me about some planes crashing. I too was running a little late and figured it was just some type of small private plane, like a Cessna, so I pressed on. I got to class a few minutes late and the lecture had already begun but I didn't hear anyone mention anything about what was happening. After class I headed out to the student union because I needed to turn in some paperwork to the student org office on behalf of our chapter of Phi Mu Alpha. When I walked into the union I saw a lot of students glued to the television sets like it was a scene from some type of movie. When I realized what was happening I was just in shock. In light of the event, the university ended up closing at noon that day so students could go home. One of my fraternity brothers that knew I was a weekend warrior in the Air National Guard called me up that afternoon and asked if I'd meet him at the local college bar. As I walked through campus and headed out towards the bar I remember seeing a guy seated on a bench playing a trombone. He looked kind of like a hippie with a beard and baseball hat and played very solemn, calm, almost weeping style music through his trombone. He was unaccompanied and seemed to be playing for himself. I got to the bar and saw my fraternity brother. We hung out and talked about the 9/11 event, war and wondered where the country would go next.
Check out this 9/11 conspiracy clip. You may need to cut and paste the link and put it on your browser.
http://www.freedomunderground.org/me...tagon.php#Main
Regards,
Boodleboy322
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Originally Posted by texas*princess
It's so crazy how vividly I can remember 9/11, but I can't even remember what I wore a week ago.
I remember it was a Tuesday. I didn't wake up in time for my 8 am class, so I figured I would go to my 9:30 class which was Poli-Sci.
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