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i was heading to class, so i had no idea. when i got there the professor mentioned something about the first plane that hit, but thought it was an accident and we went on with class. i went to my next class which is immediately after and people were talking about both towers being hit, but i still really wasn't sure. the professor of that class came in looking all distraught (sp?) and said i really can't be here right now, go home. i remember having messages on my cell phone, my phone at my apt, and im from my dad saying to call as soon as i got home. my sister was in philadelphia at the time and had been evacuated. her and a guy she works with ended up renting a car and driving home to st. louis that week b/c of airports being closed. the majority of my cousins live and work in manhattan and nyc, my dad told me heard from one of them who heard from every other cousin but the one who worked in the second tower, no one could find her. we finally heard from her late that night, she had been on that subway that was running late. i heard so many stories from my cousins about walking from manhattan to brooklyn and stuff. one of my cousins friends ran all the way until 34th street in high heels. she went into macy's to just rest for a moment, and the people working there gave her something to eat and drink and a pair of socks and sneakers because her feet were getting all cut up from her shoes. my roomates and i all sat in our living room for the rest of that day and as much as we could the rest of that week watching cnn and trying to absorb it all. it still amazes me that two years have already passed...
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