[A_perfect_lady]

I was in grad school in Illinois, and didn't have TV or internet. My boyfriend, three houses up the hill, had both. I walked up the hill to see him and when I came in, he was seated at his computer, looking a little sick. He looked up at me and said, "Someone crashed an airplane into the World Trade Center."

My first thought was some off-course Cessna had screwed up, and I said rather disinterestedly, "Whoops."

But he kept staring at the screen, and I went in and turned on the news just as the second plane was hitting. Mostly we were just in shock. We sat on the edge of the bed for hours, just watching and shaking our heads.

It was the same day his aunt went into the hospital for cancer, and never came out. She died a few months later. The whole day was just surreal.

My real rage started the next day when our anthropology professors got together to hold an impromptu forum about how America deserved it. That was the beginning of the end of my interest in finishing my Ph.D.

[Rennes Templar]

“I was in grad school in Illinois, and didn’t have TV or internet”

What, you had to read.... books???!!!

[Maelstorm]

I remember that day too. I was working at Fort Lee in VA. I had just arrived at work when the first plane hit. It was but minutes after the towers had fell that I heard a Civil service worker(they hate that word and it really isn’t too descriptive of what they do) talking about how “we asked for it and deserved it”. It took all my will to not get violent with him that day. It sickened me, the thinking was disgusting but betrays an Anti-Americanism that is alive and well in America.