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I had just arrived at my 9am journalism class about 10 minutes early when my TA ran into our classroom and told us that an airplane had just flown into one of the WTC towers. Well, there is a TV in all the professors' offices so we all ran up to my prof.'s office and watched the news. About 15 of us were glued to the TV and witnessed the second airplane flying into the other tower, as well as when they both collapsed. We were all horrified and immediately knew that this was not an accident, but a terrorist attack. After watching various news programs for about 2 hours with my class, I left to walk home.
When I walked out of the journalism building, I had a surreal feeling as if this could not be happening. Everyone was on their cell phones trying to get through to family and friends, and people were gathered around trucks that were blasting radio broadcasts. When I got back to the house, I tried calling my parents again for about the 20th time, but to no avail. Both my parents work in NYC, but not near the WTC. I finally got in touch with my mom when she used her co-worker's computer and IMed me. Without IM, I would not have known whether both my parents were okay.
I decided not to go to my last class of the day (Our school remained open and professors kept students in class). I was in a total state of shock and basically locked myself in my room and just cried all night. I was also glued to Peter Jennings and every other news program that entire night. I kept thinking that this was just a bad movie and maybe that I was having a nightmare. My professors kept comparing our rememberance of where we were when we first heard about the Sept. 11 attacks on the U.S. to when our parents remembered what they were doing when JFK was assassinated or when Peal Harbor was bombed. In all honesy, that was probably one of the worst days of my entire life.
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