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There's no doubt about it, 9/11 is one of those events that you truly do remember just exactly what you were doing that day. I'll say right up front, I was completely unaffected on an immediate, personal level - I only know like 3 people in the entire USA, let alone in New York. Chances are most of the handful of people who will read this (since they live in Canada) would say the same thing.
I could write a touching, heartfelt dialogue about how certain events move you regardless of who you are. I could probably weave a beautiful tapestry of eulogising words expressing grief, compassion, and loss. I'd be one of hundreds to do so. So I won't even try. I wasn't there, I didn't lose anyone, and it would be completely fake and pretentious to even try. There's also a point where it is useless trying to put something into words that is a) impossible to accurately describe, and b) already completely understood by everyone anyways. Flowery words and a good thesaurus can't do the job here.
I was actually in the dark for most of the day. When I first heard the news, I was groggily getting ready for classes, and only caught the briefest summaries. For some strange reason (now that I think of it), I don't recall there being much on the radio about it on the way up to school, though to be fair this could be attributed to my usual state of pre-class stupor. The only class I remember having that day was, ironically, Poli Sci. I think we all expected a huge discussion, but the prof surprisingly did not go that route. We had a regular class. Probably a good moves since at that time (around 10 am) the facts were few and the rumors and speculation were high.
After that class I headed to Trevor's with Jay and Mitch, like usual. It's probably the only time I can think of that we all just sat around transfixed by the TV without one of us shooting pool, playing super nintendo, or mocking stupid girls on ICQ. The news of course was useless at that point, just repeating the same information over and over again and telling us nothing new. We still watched though.
I vividly remember observing the outside sky, which was a bright blue clear day. Nothing to hint at the crazy happenings elsewhere in the world. I looked at the sky, devoid of clouds and planes and anything, and could picture fighter jets flying through the air, breaking the silence and tranquil scene. Gunfire, explosions, dark red clouds spreading over the valley. I really wondered if this was the beginning of hell breaking out and war spreading across the world. Can you blame me? At that point all we knew was planes crashing, terrorists suspected, president possibly missing, pentagon destroyed, etc.
And now it's been five years. A few drawn-out wars, a few movies, a few sad, pathetic attempts to profit from the event's anniversary. Life goes on, whether we like it or not.
[posted by Rades at 11:59 PM] LINK ||
I could write a touching, heartfelt dialogue about how certain events move you regardless of who you are. I could probably weave a beautiful tapestry of eulogising words expressing grief, compassion, and loss. I'd be one of hundreds to do so. So I won't even try. I wasn't there, I didn't lose anyone, and it would be completely fake and pretentious to even try. There's also a point where it is useless trying to put something into words that is a) impossible to accurately describe, and b) already completely understood by everyone anyways. Flowery words and a good thesaurus can't do the job here.
I was actually in the dark for most of the day. When I first heard the news, I was groggily getting ready for classes, and only caught the briefest summaries. For some strange reason (now that I think of it), I don't recall there being much on the radio about it on the way up to school, though to be fair this could be attributed to my usual state of pre-class stupor. The only class I remember having that day was, ironically, Poli Sci. I think we all expected a huge discussion, but the prof surprisingly did not go that route. We had a regular class. Probably a good moves since at that time (around 10 am) the facts were few and the rumors and speculation were high.
After that class I headed to Trevor's with Jay and Mitch, like usual. It's probably the only time I can think of that we all just sat around transfixed by the TV without one of us shooting pool, playing super nintendo, or mocking stupid girls on ICQ. The news of course was useless at that point, just repeating the same information over and over again and telling us nothing new. We still watched though.
I vividly remember observing the outside sky, which was a bright blue clear day. Nothing to hint at the crazy happenings elsewhere in the world. I looked at the sky, devoid of clouds and planes and anything, and could picture fighter jets flying through the air, breaking the silence and tranquil scene. Gunfire, explosions, dark red clouds spreading over the valley. I really wondered if this was the beginning of hell breaking out and war spreading across the world. Can you blame me? At that point all we knew was planes crashing, terrorists suspected, president possibly missing, pentagon destroyed, etc.
And now it's been five years. A few drawn-out wars, a few movies, a few sad, pathetic attempts to profit from the event's anniversary. Life goes on, whether we like it or not.
[posted by Rades at 11:59 PM] LINK ||