Like most Americans, I remember this day clearly. I was a junior at Washington University in St. Louis. I had just gotten out of the shower and I was combing out my wet hair. I turned on the TV for background noise while I got ready for a class--strangely, the name of the class was Sensation and Perception. I knew immediately something had happened by the breaking news banner below the news anchor. Within seconds of turning on the TV, while I'm still trying to figure out what is going on, I watched, horrified, as the second plane hit. I didn't know what to do or who to call. Did that just happen? It couldn't be. I watched the news up until the time I needed to leave for class--do we still have class? I wasn't sure so I trudged over to campus. About half the class showed up. We all sat in silence for 10 minutes before the professor spoke up and told us we could leave. It was so eerie. Everyone was so quiet that day.
I hope everyone takes a little quiet time today to remember.