I apologize. I haven’t been blogging much, mainly because in the last month I have started a new job and gotten a new car, two monumental steps in my life that I’ve just been dealing with …it’s not personal, it’s just how things have gone.
This weekend marks the 10 year anniversary of 9/11. September 11, 2001, a day that changed everything.
I was a junior in college, just about two weeks into the fall term. I had my car on campus for the first time. UConn had this rule about underclassmen having a car up on campus so I felt like I was king of the world.
10 years ago tomorrow, I woke up at around 7:30am (I have this thing about waking up early, makes me feel productive). As I lay in bed listening to the radio I was dreading going to class that day. It was a social psych class and I hated pysch. I don’t do well with the sciences, and that’s what a lot of psych was to me.
The radio station I listened to at the time did these stupid prank calls, I think they called them phone scams, and it just so happened that the radio came on just as the scam would have taken place. I heard the DJ say that a plane had just hit the World Trade Center…
I’ll be completely honest – I thought it was a joke. I thought that the DJ was actually pranking a random caller. I was so disgusted I immediately turned off the radio and started to get ready for the day. In the men’s room, as I was shaving and whatnot, a hall mate of mine came in and told me to get to a TV. Now. I finished up and went to my room and turned on the TV.
There it was. The World Trade Center. On fire. Remnants of a plane BURNING in the middle of the iconic building. Not long after I started watching, a second plane hit. TWO crashes. TWO buildings. What was going on? WHAT WAS GOING ON?
We live in the United States, no way does this stuff happen to us.
By now a bunch of us were congregated in a friend’s room, glued to the TV. Since it was a New England school, many of us shared roots in the New York area. I had to go to class and I promise you that I had never walked faster to a class in my life. EVER. Thankfully the professor allowed us to watch the news, clearly we weren’t going to be able to concentrate anyway.
We all know how the rest of it goes. 10 years have passed, a lot has changed, and I will never forget where I was that day.
Tomorrow morning, it’ll be 9/11/2011, I’ll pile my stuff in the car and head out to the first Mishpacha (the family ed program I teach in) session of the year. Some will argue that it should be delayed a week…out of respect for the anniversary. I am mixed on the issue. On the one hand, it’d be nice to respect the event in that way, on the other, I think we’re respecting it by going to work. We’re going to sing and pray and learn together, creating a community and starting a year of great times and fond memories. In the back of my mind, I’ll keep 9/11/01 in my prayers, and strive for a better tomorrow.
Zichronam Livracha, may the memories of the righteous be forever a blessing…