Ten Years.....

There was nothing notable about that morning. I woke up and got ready for my first class of the day. I heard a knock on the door and I opened it to find one of my sorority sisters standing in the hallway, asking me to turn on the news. She and I both had 9 am classes, and she knew that I never watched TV before class and also that I would be awake.

We stood there, confused. I honestly remember having no idea what she showed me. Yes, I saw two planes hit a building in New York, but at the time I had no idea why. Amy, my sorority sister, didn't offer any answers. I didn't think twice about going to class. We parted ways and I went across the street, still feeling a little shaken, but still not able to comprehend what I had seen. I didn't call my parents or Justin. I was that confused.

I went to my class to find that most of my peers seemed completely normal. They had yet to hear or see what had happened. My professor came in and announced that an act of terrorism had been committed against the United States. Just like that, the floor fell out beneath me.

I don't remember much about that class. I don't remember if it was cut short or if we talked about what was on the syllabus for the day. I remember that when I returned to my room I called my family and Justin.

I'll never forget where I was ten years ago today.