Probably for that reason I was already awake on my bunk when the phone rang that morning, around 8:15 a.m. A phone ringing early in our dorm room was not terribly uncommon, seeing as my roommate, Tony, and I had girlfriends at the same high school in St. Louis, who would call us before class on occasion.
Having recently moved into a new room in Corcoran Hall, Tony and I were adjusting to each others' living habits. Our pressing tasks included tracking down the right metal bars to bunk our beds, when I'd be able to get back home to pick up my Super Nintendo for our room's second TV, and where in the room we'd place the second TV.
Things were settling nicely for us though. So when Tony motioned for me to turn on the TV I figured it was some quirky request by his girlfriend, Carrie. Without a doubt, the TV was set to ESPN or some sports network, certainly not news. By the time we got to a serious network, the world had already changed and two planes had hit the Towers.
For the most part, the remainder of the day is a blur. I know Tony and I saw the first tower fall, and then the second, speechless. I know I called my mom back home who seemed equally at loss for words. I remember going to my political science course later that morning as news cameras filmed our class discussion. Televisions were set up throughout the the campus' more crowded areas. The environment was tense. Purchasing that CD just seemed silly.
I'd like to wrap this up cleaner and sum up some thoughts, but quite frankly, ten years hasn't been enough time to formulate any. God be with thosewho lost their lives.
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