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One of my sisters was driving me and another sister to class. We had the radio on and the music was interrupted with the announcement that a plane had crashed into the WTC. It made me wonder, but then I jumped out of the car. Before I went inside, I tried calling my parents since they both work in NYC and I wasn't exactly sure where their offices are located, if they're near the WTC or not. I couldn't get through to them, so I went inside. My teacher made no mention of it so I thought it wasn't a major crash. I went to the book store to get tape for recruitment fliers (I was Director of COB at the time), and I was waiting in line and I heard people talking about the crash behind me. Then I heard one guy say that one tower had fallen. I immediately turned around to talk to them and see what other details they knew. I started to panic and after leaving I ran into my friend and ex-boyfriend. They tried to comfort me saying that my parents would be fine... I went to my next class passing people crying, everyone was on their cell phones. He talked to us about what was happening, and opened the floor up for speculation on who was responsible. Some people were leaving, so I just got up and left. There were trucks all over campus blasting the radio news reports. I stopped at one and talked to strangers about who we know and love in NYC. I went back to the house, where I lived and found out my parents were okay, but were obviously stranded in NYC. I was really upset, but I went to a recruitment chair meeting with our VP Recruitment that night to figure out the recruitment parties schedule in light of 9/11. I couldn't even make it the whole way because I felt so sick to my stomach thinking about everything and my parents so I left. Last year I participated in my school's rememberance ceremony by laying a wreath during it.
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