As a Junior Studio Art major at a Christian college Tuesday morning was usually time to attend the college chapel. But, on 9/11/01, I skipped chapel to finish up a paper for my Art History of the Italian renaissance class.
After I collected my books and paper, I rushed down the staircase to get to class. My friend Heather stop me in the staircase and told me that a plane had flown in the World Trade Center in NYC. She said they ended chapel early.
I asked if we still had class but, she did not know. So I walked to my class where we sat watched the horrible destruction before our eyes. When class was over we all left in numb silence.

After I we heard of more attacks I tried to reach my father who work in Chinatown in Washington, D.C. for hours I couldn’t reach him. I was so thankful when I finally heard his voice.

Later, that afternoon I went to my 3-D design class. The professor had a discussion about the design flaws that caused the World Trade Center to collapse. He said the steal beams could not withstand the heat of the crash. It felt completely wrong to talk about design flaws when so many had died.