September 11, 2006

  • Recollection

    Many other folks are doing the same, so I may as well…


    I
    woke up a little before 9AM; I had a class that began in a couple
    hours. One of my roommates was asleep; the other was already off to
    class at the Mt. Vernon campus (via shuttlebus). I stepped into the
    shower.

    About halfway through, I heard a whole mess load of
    sirens going south on 21st Ave. (in the direction of Arlington, VA). I
    mean a whole mess load, to where you know something is up. I figure
    I’ll hear about it on the evening local news or tomorrow’s Washington
    Post, Section B. I get out of the shower.

    I change and then
    the phone rings. My roommate’s mother (the one who’s off to class now)
    was on the other end. Very concerned, she asked if her son was there. I
    said he was off to class, but I could take a message. She said to let
    him know that she called and to call her back as soon as possible; no
    other details. I pour myself some cereal and sit down at the computer
    to sign onto AOL.

    I get something like 6-7 IMs as soon as I sign on. Same conversation:
    Guy: are you ok?
    Me: …yeah, what’s up?
    Guy: you don’t know?
    Me: Huh? I just woke up
    Guy: turn on the tv
    Me: What channel?
    Guy: #(@$ any channel!

    I
    turn on the TV to CNN. I wake up my roommate who was still sleeping,
    “Um… you might want to take a look at this…” I finished breakfast
    and figured, hell, I don’t know what else I’m gonna do, so I’ll go to
    class.

    Classes were cancelled, of course. By this time (around
    11AM), Pennsylvania Avenue was like a parking lot. After speaking with
    a few other students, I went back to my dorm building. Everyone else on
    my floor was out in the hallway by now.

    The streets cleared by
    that afternoon, and Washington was like a ghost town. There were rumors
    and everything about other explosions around the city (I believe the
    rumor about one at the State Department was on account of people
    hearing the “explosions” from military jets that were dispatched to the
    area). I wasn’t about to keep some low profile myself, just how I am,
    but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t worried about my family back in
    Tennessee.


    That’s about it. From my end, it seems rather mundane. That may be on account of the fact that I still remember every minute. KF

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