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"Nearly every American above a certain age remembers precisely where they were on September 11, 2001."
I will never forget this day as long as I live. I was a freshman in college, hadn't even been there a month. I saw the first reports as I was getting ready for class, and the second plane struck by the time I got to class across campus. I watched the first tower fall, and my professor did the unthinkable: he turned off the television because we were not paying attention. Some kids got up and walked out. I wish I would have. I was in shock.
Classes were obviously cancelled. The "preacher" who stood out in front of the Union every day, yelling at us about how we are going to hell because of the homosexuals, was there as usual. I hated that guy, and he's out there on September 11 with same bullshit about how we brought this on ourselves and the people on the planes deserved to die, we all deserve it. People usually ignore him, but not that day. I watched a young woman walk right up to him and get in his face, yelling that if he was any kind of pastor he would be praying for those who were killed, injured, missing. He didn't miss a beat and went right back to his rant about "the gays".
The rest of the day is a blur. I went back to my dorm and watched CNN all day and all night. I fell asleep, finally. It was late but I don't remember when. All I could think about was how the world would never be the same.
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