On the morning of the September 11 attacks, I left my apartment in Lincoln Park to head down to my 8am French class at the University of IL at Chicago. On campus, when walking from the train to the classroom, I heard a little bit of chatter about something going on out east, but didn’t really pay attention. About ten minutes into class, a late classmate burst into the room and announced that there was an attack on the World Trade Center. I was stunned and didn’t really believe it. My classmate seemed almost excited, in a way, saying something along the lines of, “This is history!” Then our instructor,who was usually very focused on class and rarely spoke any English, said something that I will never forget – “Sometimes we don’t want history.”