It started as it always does, with the alarm going off and the rushing from the bed, to the shower, and to the closet. As it usually is the case, I was running late for my early morning class at the University of Arizona. I didn’t have time to watch tv or turn on the radio before I left that morning. As I was riding to campus on the shuttle, I heard about what had happend on the radio. At first it didn’t seem like a really big deal. But when I got to campus and found out my class was canceled because of what had happened, I had to see with my own eyes what was going on. That’s when I saw that image for the first time. That image of the plane hitting the tower, and watching that immense structure collapse. Seeing the black smoke and the terror I felt at that moment. I wanted to start crying right then and there. I held the tears back and kept watching. After that I felt anger, sadness, and confused. Later that morning I put my feeling into words outside of the union. It was there were I let my tears flow and felt a new connection with everybody around me at that time. It didn’t matter if I knew them or if they were complete strangers. It’s a hug from a complete stranger that can comfort you like nothing else can.