The morning of 9/11, I went to a 9 am anthropology class at Concordia University in Montreal. A few minutes into the lecture, one of my classmates- a woman with fiery red hair, who looked as though she was about 8 months pregnant- interrupted the teacher. She said “Maybe this is the hormones talking, but are we just going to ignore the fact that Word War III just started?”.

The class erupted. What was going on? Somebody updated the class on the attacks. This idiot who sat in front of me, trying to be subversive, said “Maybe they bombed themselves”. She had a smirk on her face that just digusted me. I burst into tears and ran home. When I got to my apartment, my roomates were huddled around the TV watching CNN.