September 11, 2001 ... I was a freshman in college. I had just started my first year at Penn State University and I was excited. I had also just gotten engaged...literally the day before. It was a Tuesday and my class didn't start until 10:40 so I was just waking up when my dad came to my room and asked me if I had seen what was going on.
I went downstairs and watched TV with him. I watched the smoke pour out of the buildings. I listened to the news on what had happened. I watched the towers fall. I don't think I fully grasped what was going on but I knew it was big.
I went to class not really knowing what else to do. The professor had a conversation with the class about what had happened and about counseling services available on campus and then sent us home. The campus was closed the next day as well.
I watched the news all day.
I remember being scared. I didn't know anyone in those towers but I felt for all of them. I remember thinking about how scared those people must have been. I was terrified for them and for their families.
I've watched the videos. I've heard the 911 calls. I've seen the documentaries. They always make me cry. I just can't even imagine being stuck in one of those towers trying to get away from the heat of the fire or being so desperate to jump from a window.
It makes me sad.
I'll never forget this day because even though I didn't know anyone in those towers, the tragedy affected me and every other person in this country.
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