I was at college. We left home maybe 15 minutes before the first plane hit. I didn't find out about it until my 9:30 class, when someone mentioned it to me in passing, and what he said didn't register. He was like, "Hey, did you hear a couple planes hit the World Trade Center?" And I said, "Gee, that's too bad. Kinda weird." And I figured he meant little private planes, and I think I assumed it must've been an accident, though it would've been weird with two. He mentioned it to our teacher and he hadn't heard anything either and just shrugged it off and we went on with the class, which ironically was watching the end of "Rebel Without a Cause," where the kid's in the planetarium all freaked out about the end of the world and everything. After class I left and passed by Bruno's, our little restaurant, and the news was on a big pull-down screen and everyone was watching. So I had to see what was going on, and then I understood. I was just shell-shocked for a while. And I was upset because my dad was on his way to State College for a meeting, and I think I stuck around long enough to hear about the crash in Pennsylvania. I'd already arranged to meet Mom at 11, to go birthday shopping for my brother, so she picked me up. Lots of people were leaving and everyone was lined up at the phones and computers trying to get ahold of people they knew. We went to the mall and there was a really weird aura about it. It wasn't very crowded at all. At KMart we noticed all the guns were locked up. My mom had first heard about what was going on when Dad called her and said he heard it on the radio and to turn on the TV. So she did, and she told him to turn around and come back home but for some reason he kept going anyway. As it turned out, they cancelled the meeting. But we were very glad to see him when he got back. We camped out in front on the TV all night and watched Peter Jennings start to act a little loopy out of lack of sleep. It was like the 2000 election, except there was an aura of almost comical absurdity about that, while this was dead serious. I was scared to death and was convinced World War III was about to start and we'd all be obliterated within a week. And people kept trotting out those stupid Nostradamus prophecies, most of which actually weren't his but were tailored to sound like his, and it freaked me out even more. I even cut my third class on Wednesday because I couldn't take anymore - only to find out later it had been cancelled anyway. But I was a complete basketcase for a couple of weeks at least. My best friend was really worried about me and couldn't understand why I was so affected by this, but I couldn't understand why she wasn't. I didn't know anyone personally who was killed, but it seemed like a disaster of that magnitude was personal to everyone.
Erin