I was in a computer graphics class in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. We had just entered the lab, when a classmate of mine told me that terrorists had crashed an airplane into the World Trade Center. I thought, “that’s impossible”, and class went on as usual. After class, I walked through the student union and saw throngs of people huddled around television sets that had been set up around the building. When I stopped to check out what was going on, I felt as though I had been hit in the gut with a brick. I just stared in disbelief at the screen as the terrible footage played out. It was like a terrible movie, but it was real. Later that day, I had another class. It was very quiet in class. No one was really thinking about school at that point, and people were seemingly in a similar state of shock as I was. When I got home that night, I sat glued to my television, as the footage was played over and over. I knew that day that America would never be the same.