I want to turn this thread into a pointless, fiery, ignorant debate so badly. But I won’t.
I will sit here, fidgeting in my seat with 600mg of caffeine lining my intestines and that’s all I’m gonna do.
My school was a decent bit away from the WTC, but close enough to hear the awful fucking noise of the crash.
Uncle picked me up, mom came home early, and that’s all I really remember.
Oh yeah, lots of smoke in the sky.
Was 17. I remember walking outside that day, staring at the sky, and thinking to myself, “What a beautiful day.”
Then I was in first period English class when my Algebra teacher burst through the door to tell us to turn on NBC, We turned it on just in time to see the second tower get hit. They were just talking about the first one and we thought that maybe it was some kind of fluke, then that second one hit, and everyone panicked.
One girl’s grandfather was at the Pentagon, so when news broke that the Pentagon got hit, she lost it. Her grandfather was fine, but she got sent home from school.
I don’t think I’ve ever been in a state of shock like I was that day. For the first time ever, and the only time, everyone was paying attention in history class as our monotonous history teacher tried to make sense of it for us, and the likelihood that it was terrorist-related.
I don’t remember much after 2nd period. I remember an inservice not related to the attacks, and everyone hovering around the TV in the commons when the towers fell, and feeling like throwing up at that moment. I’m pretty sure no one tried to teach anything that day.
I remember coming home, and despite my mom picking up the CD I wanted on release day, I didn’t feel like listening to it, I just wanted to be near my mom.
And watching all the aftermath. Hearing Peter Jennings shaken for the first time ever.
It certainly left an imprint on me.
I was in middle school at the time. It was an alarming thing to have seen when i woke up in the morning for school. My mom told me not to go that day, because she was afraid that it would have been some kind of nationwide attack (bombing public places and such). I remember not being afraid, but feeling sorry for those involved in the attack. I had the day off from school, but it wasn’t quite the same. A shame too, it ruined my grandfather’s birthday. Everyone was busy watching the news for updates than celebrating as usual.
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Story behind this image is that the guy took the picture RIGHT as the plane crashed into the tower. He didn’t post the image till years later to avoid offending anyone. I found it funny how the first comment of this image was “now that’s just plane wrong”.
i spent the day by getting high (i was baked that day) and watching a bunch of news clips from the attack.
pretty depressing stuff. imagine being one of the fireman up on the higher levels of the second tower, and watching as the first tower came down. the mounting dread and the screaming inside you to get out, get out, get out. takes some real courage.
we should never let something like this make us afraid to speak our mind or tremble in fear at offending the violent minority. fuck 'em.
That was junior yr in HS for me…was going to school in queens at that time. We were in home room at the time. I remember everyone thinking a movie was being filmed intially. People couldnt imagine something liek this happening and being real. Shit was crazy…never seen that much pandemonium in the city before. Ever.
Till this day now you cant go in midtown/downtown area without seeing SWAT with the riot shields and AKs…especially in Grand central.
I was a sophomore in HS and saw it on the news before walking to school with my then best friend.
Shit was nuts.
I had a very strange experience with 9/11. Several weeks before the incident, I was experiencing a deep intuitive sense of dread. I’m sure some of you have felt it when you’re sure something bad is about to happen, or you go to a place that had a great tragedy. It’s hard to describe. But I had never felt such intensity, and it seemed to be everywhere I went. There was no escape from it.
It got so bad that I entered a depression. I was only 15 at the time, and my mother made me begin seeing a counselor. When I was asked what was wrong, I kept trying to tell them that something very bad was about to happen. I didn’t know what it was going to be, but I knew it was going to be big and affect everyone. Of course they didn’t believe me. They told me I was just stressed about something else and my feelings were largely dismissed as being childish delusion.
Each day that went by the feeling got more intense. The few days leading up to 9/11 I barely slept at all. I knew I was powerless to stop what was coming. I was sad that I couldn’t stop it. When that fateful day finally happened I felt a great sense of relief. It was as if all of this pent up energy had finally been released, and everyone was consciously dealing with the consequences.
I will never forget my mother though. She was very quiet and just stared at me as the news droned on and on in an otherwise silent room. She said to me “You knew…” I told her that “I wasn’t sure what I knew, but that feeling of dread is now gone.”
Unfortunately, the feeling wouldn’t stay gone for long. It’s been slowly and deliberately creeping back. And I feel this time when it finally releases it will be far worse. For me, 9/11 was an event that altered how I look at myself and the world at large. I believe it woke a part of me up. I have an awareness now I didn’t have before. I don’t know the nature of it, whether it be psychological or spiritual. But for me, it’s there. And I weep for the consequences that the choices of humanity will bring.
everyone who was suppose to be on that plane missed it, cause it was a drone plane…or a missile.
All I remember about it was the fact that Pokemon didn’t come on that day. Which was shit because it was supposed to be the second part of the S.S. Anne episodes. I wasn’t even aware what was going on. When I saw Pokemon wasn’t on I just went outside on my bike for like 4 hours and then came home went to bed and we had a minute silence in school for it and I was like “what the shit did a teacher die or something?”. I am aware this makes me a bad person.
But yes, never forget that being amureca was suffering ;_;7
ITT: why we can’t have nice things.
I actually didn’t know 9/11 had even happened until that evening when I got on SRK. My parents were out of town that week and I basically had the house to myself and hadn’t done shit all week except play videogames. The phone kept ringing that day but I didn’t feel like talking to anyone, so I had no idea it even went down.
I asked this question to my local community on facebook last year (the 10th year anniversary). I was so surprised so many people were still in high school, or elementary school at the time. It really made me feel old.
As for me, well I was working my first corporate job at HP. I don’t remember much before that day, but I had a friend at work who was a big practical jokers. He told me the Pentagon had got hit. I didn’t think much of it, and made a sarcastic statement, believing it was a joke. He was like “no really”. I still didn’t believe him, then I asked another lady at work, and she confirmed. She even showed me a web page that had reported the story. I was pretty shocked. Then I went down to the cafeteria, and there it was, the twin towers had gone down. I was a bit shaken, because the building I worked in was a 21 story building (actually 28 if you count the parking decks). So I got on the phone and called my mother, don’t remember the conversation, but she said she was evacuating her job. I remember being pretty pissed most of that day, and I felt an anger about the event that I haven’t ever felt since that day. I guess the initial shock was way too much for me.
The management at HP told us that there was nothing to panick about, but they would be leaving, yet encouraged all of the employees to stay at the office and work. I thought that was a pretty scumbag move from them, and the older I get the more scumbagish it sounds. But of well. One of the things about 9/11 is that I actually was going on vacation 9/12/2001, but I couldn’t. Since my birtday is 9/13 I was going to go to my hometown and visit my family. This all got cancelled.
9/11 represents a major event in my life. I don’t think I was ever really the same person again since 9/11. It really starting shaping my world view, and got me interested in politics (where I hadn’t been interested). I started to become curious about other parts of the world as a result as well. I pretty much studied politics, econimies and world events non stop until about 2007 or 2008. I was pretty much a blind following democrat back then (because the rest of my family was), but changed my political views into things like socialist, communist, anarchist, and finally libertarian. I stabilized much of my political fanaticism, but I think 9/11 made me curious.
I was eleven, watched it on news. Thought like "eh 
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What plane hit building 7?
I decided to go to work early that day as it was month end closing for me. The regular normal train I usually take was running behind schedule. I decided to take an alternate route (R train) to work. I don’t recall anything during the train ride to work. The very second I got into the office (approximately 20 minutes passed), the CEO mentioned really quick that a plane just flew right into one of the Twin Towers. I laughed it off as if it was a joke. That laugh ended abruptly as he showed me the news on his laptop. It took me a minute to realize that the train I took just passed near that area.
Very few people showed up in the office that morning. Eventually, we were all told to that we had a choice. To stay overnight in the office or to make our way home (however we can). All public transportation was shut down. The streets were littered with people walking, what seemed like aimlessly, in different directions. Crying was heard throughout the crowd, people trying to comfort one another yet still in slight panic themselves. A few colleagues and I decided we would make our way to the Brooklyn Bridge. We attempted to get on the MTA buses but they were so jam packed that you couldn’t fit a needle if you tried. We started walking from 86th street all the way across town to the Brooklyn Bridge as we found out that it was the only bridge leading to Brooklyn which was open at the time. The only way to cross that bridge was by foot. Vehicles were not permitted in nor out of the city. The bridge was also under heavy surveillance by military personnel.
Tired and weary, we decided to stop at a Deli to get some refreshments (water, gatorade, etc). The store owner stopped us from entering and told us that she will get us whatever we need. When we asked for water/gatorade, she replied…"$5 for water, $10 for Gatorade". One of my colleagues erupted in her face shouting “Are you seriously trying to make a f’!ing profit in the middle of this?!?” One thing led to another and the whole ordeal ended with the lady’s deli having broken glass windows.
Eventually we reached the Brooklyn Bridge. That’s when we turned and looked across the bridge to see where there was once the twin towers stood nothing but smoke drifting across the city. That’s when it hit me. That feeling that something you see every single morning on your way to work and back home. Something that I never really thought too much about was now nowhere in sight. Something that I once took for granted my mind yearned to see.
Was in 1st grade, in Mexico, eating toast because I didn’t go to school that day.
Went to my parent’s room just to visit them and just saw them looking at the TV. I waited there with them to see the first tower burn, then saw the after the second plane hit. I don’t think I got to see the plane crash live, but I think I did get to see the explosion moments after.
junior in college, watching the news before class, left, by the time i got to class the second tower had fallen. everyone in class was distracted so we all just left. worst part was I knew the instant it happened that Bush & Co. would use it to lie us into multiple wars, especially Iraq, and that the american people would completely fall for it. I was still shocked by how gullible everyone acted…never again