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It was the second day of classes and I was sitting in my Canadian Theatre class (which I later dropped) when a girl, still holding a piece of toast, showed up saying that she heard about a plane hitting the one of the towers. I dismissed it, thinking that it was some small thing. After all, she just said "plane". The prof came in. We still didn't know much, and I started getting into a heated debate with the prof over something I forgot, and stomped out of class. I returned to my room to log onto my student account to drop and add another course when I saw that someone had left me a message on my phone. It was my mom, saying that two planes had hit New York, and that Dad was ok (he works there). She wasn't sure about my cousin though (she eventually called and is ok). I turned on the radio to hear the news, and kept it there all day and went into Yahoo! to check out the headlines every few minutes. Elsewhere on campus, many kids didn't bother going to class, and preferred to huddle in front of the TV, watching CNN or CBC Newsworld or some other all-news channel. One of the campus pubs was completely packed, with people doing nothing but staring at the TV. My radio was on the CBC for weeks after that.
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