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September 11 - A Sorta Fairytale
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hymnia
hymnia
Joie
Mon, Sep. 11th, 2006 08:37 pm
September 11

If you are tired of September 11th posts, feel free to skip. I am mostly posting this for my own sake, because I don't think I've ever penned my memories of that day yet, and I want to have it down before the memories become any more foggy.

I was a senior at Stetson University when it happened. I got up that morning, showered and dressed, and headed out the door of my little room on the second floor of the Wesley House a little after 10:00, late as usual for my work-study job tutoring at the music library. One of my housemates (Becky, for any Stetsonites who may be reading this) was sitting on the couch in the upstairs living area, her face looking ashen and her eyes focused on the T.V. I started to rush past, because I was late, and of course it's rude to linger too long between a person and the T.V. screen they are watching, and she stopped me, saying, "Joie, you won't believe this. Two planes just crashed into the World Trade Center." I'm thinking, "The World what what?" She told me that one of the buildings had actually collapsed because of the damage. I remember saying something like, "Oh that's awful," without really thinking much about it. I was late for work, after all.

As I walked along Woodand Blvd toward the School of Music, I had time to ponder the news a little more carefully. I didn't get very many details from that conversation with Becky, and so I was thinking that the "two planes" were like, you know, little planes. I was actually thinking they were like fighter planes--like Top Gun or something--like, you know there had been some wierd navigational error in some sort of military exercise. But as I walked along it suddenly occured to me that this made no sense at all. Two planes crashed into two buildings?! That couldn't be an accident! I stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, clutching my chest. I couldn't believe it. I couldn't believe the level of evil and despair that a person would have to have to do something like that--to deliberately take their life and countless others in one blow. And worse still, it was not only one person who had done this--there were at least two planes, so there had to be at least two people, if not more. How could such a thing happen? Those were my thoughts as I made my way to work that morning, no longer caring at all that I was late.

The rest of my day was much the same as many of yours: checking news websites and finding them crashed due to ridiculous amounts of traffic, normal activities--in my case, classes--suspended due to the tragedy, people gluing themselves to the TV, etc. The footage was on almost constantly on the Wesley House downstairs TV. Since the house I lived in was a campus ministry, our downstairs living room (the residents had a private one upstairs, which was where I first heard the news from Becky that morning) became a place for people to gather, watch the footage, discuss, and commiserate. I coudn't handle too much of it, though, so I avoided that area somewhat. And there was a memorial service held in Stetson's beautiful Elizabeth Hall chapel, but I think it might have been the following day.

Anyway...most of those things, as I said, are like what many of you remember, and my memories of them have become rather fuzzy. But that moment of realization under the shade of the trees outside Allen Hall, on my way to work that morning, stands out in my mind. It was, for me, a moment of innocence lost.

Joie

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blastus
blastus
Robert
Tue, Sep. 12th, 2006 04:14 am (UTC)
In memoriam

Yours is one of only two on my flist, and judging by the time, it will probably be the last this year. I had no hesitation in reading it.

Since that was your last year at Stetson (yes?), you probably are not aware that each year (for the past four years, at least) current Hatters put flags out in the Quad. They take one flag for each person who died as a result of those attacks, and stick them in the ground, about a foot apart. They form a diamond surrounding Holler Fountain. It is quite poignant.


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hymnia
hymnia
Joie
Tue, Sep. 12th, 2006 04:15 am (UTC)
Re: In memoriam

No, I had no idea. That must be quite a sight.


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mudblood428
mudblood428
Venessa
Tue, Sep. 12th, 2006 04:36 am (UTC)

*holds you*

So true.


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lunalovepotter
lunalovepotter
Why be normal?
Tue, Sep. 12th, 2006 05:56 am (UTC)

As far as I am concerned, there can never be too many posts about 9/11. Thanks so much for sharing yours. *hugs*


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major_dallas
major_dallas
Nate the Great
Tue, Sep. 12th, 2006 10:18 am (UTC)

Anyway...most of those things, as I said, are like what many of you remember, and my memories of them have become rather fuzzy. But that moment of realization under the shade of the trees outside Allen Hall, on my way to work that morning, stands out in my mind. It was, for me, a moment of innocence lost.

What I remember about that day was waking up with the news already on and they were talking about the first crash and then on camera, live, the second plane crashed... it was chilling to see this all happening in real life. I truely never thought something like that could happen in real life, that it was such a movie cliche honestly... the rest of the day was fuzzy for me too. I remember going into work but not much else :(


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f_ireworks
f_ireworks
f_ireworks
Tue, Sep. 12th, 2006 10:19 am (UTC)

Thank you for sharing this. I was still living back at home when 9/11 happened, and I remember exactly what I was doing, too. From watching things happen in other South American countries, I kind of had an idea of what evils people could do, but 9/11 opened my eyes to a whole new, uglier world. As I thought about what happened yesterday, my first thought was for everyone's families to be all right; it must be so, so very hard, even five years later. But, the truth is that 9/11 not only impacted those people's families--the whole world felt it, too.


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kawaiinekochi
kawaiinekochi
kawaiinekochi
Tue, Sep. 12th, 2006 12:27 pm (UTC)

I kind of remembered what happened that day...I was just arriving to Valencia (I was a sophmore)for my Humanities class and as I pass the common area of Building 3 (it could be 6...my memory is a bit fuzzy) and I saw several students gathering around the televison. I stared at the TV for a few moments and saw a airplane crashed into a building. Even though I might of read it on TV, it hasn't gone through my mind that was the World Trade Center. It didn't hit me until I go to class. My class was quiet and my professor was distraught. She's from Long Island and she has a sister who lives in the city. So, she dismissed our class because she was too shaken up to teach. Her reaction made me realize what a tradegy this was.

I have my uncle (he's from Brooklyn) said that he was stuck at his former workplace (near New Jersey) for three days because he couldn't get home. He could see the burning buildings miles and miles from where he was at. My family was thankful his and his family were fine and they were not at the city.

There is my story and a story of someone who had been there. I saw WTC site when I visited New York and it was hard to believe that it actually happend there.


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prettyannamoon
prettyannamoon
the laughing cat
Tue, Sep. 12th, 2006 07:42 pm (UTC)

I know I've written about my experiences that day several times, but can't seem to find any of them. I do think it's very important to have a written record of what went on that day, from all perspectives. Thank you for yours.


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