It was supposed to be just another day of classes at Asbury College, in the tiny town of Wilmore, Ky. I had a 9:20 art class, which usually meant I got to eat breakfast. The cafeteria closed at 9, my typical routine was to get in some last minute reading before class. I walked into the cafeteria at 8:45, got some cereal and sat down to read. Around 9, I heard people yelling at each other across the cafeteria. I took my tray up and saw about 20 people staring at the tvs. I asked “What happened?” And they explained. I couldn’t believe it. I stood there and watched until about 9:18 and then I scurried over to my class. As soon as I walked in, I asked my prof to turn on CNN. In my art class we had a huge screen with a projector. We all watched the footage in abject silence. Most of the people hadn’t known about what had happened until that moment. We college students were pretty good a sleeping til the very last second. Some of us started to cry as time wore on to 10:45. All of us began to pray. When the bell sounded at 10:45, so did the chapel bells, calling all of the students to the chapel. We had an instant church service right there. It was so quiet. Everyone was stunned. Classes were cancelled for the rest of the day. I went back to my dorm and watched CNN til I was sick of it. No one seemed to talk or move even throughout the day. Lunch and dinner were morbidly silent for such a energetic campus. We had another service the next day. It was hard to go on, harder still knowing how many people had died.