I was 19 when the Twin Towers fell on that horrific day. Living in Chicago, and in part due to my own ignorance I didn’t even know what these two buildings were at the time. I was mourning the break-up of a summer fling and that was all that was on my mind at the time.
I was taking a journalism class in college that ran from 7:40-9:20 a.m. that Tuesday morning. I remember another teacher who taught a computer class coming into to our classroom to tell us that the first tower had been hit.
Not knowing what the building was and I had no idea the magnitude.
When I entered my dorm hall at least 40 people were standing around the community TV and I quickly realized this was a major deal.
I watched some of the TV coverage with my roommate before he went to class and me to sleep–I had woke up at 7:15 for that 7:40 class.
I just remember the shock and awe and talking to my Mom via Instant Message and her saying “This is like war.”
Then my roommate’s mom called and I remember telling her we were fine “I don’t think they’re planning on bombing SIU” I jokingly told her. Again not fully understanfing what had happened.
I view 9/11 as a different part of my life. I remember the summer of 2001 being so care free, having fun with my buddies and making out with my ex-girlfriend. Now, I view life so much different. It’s clinche to say it changed my life but it did.
I will never forget what Mohammed Atta and the 18 hijakers did. Damn them and damn my GF for breaking up with m.