On Sept 11th 2001 I was a senior in HS. Its bizarre how I could remember everything about that day, even down to what I was wearing. It was a beautiful day, I parked my car in its usual spot and walked into the building and went to my 1st 2 classes like everything was normal. When I walking to my 3rd period Algebra class my friend who was high tech and spent hours in the tech lab grabbed my arm and said "some crazy **** is going on! A plane went into the WTC and the pentagon." surely he was joking I though, surely he made some special effects crap in class last period. I was standing my the doorway of my next class and I know the teacher heard what he said, and I am sure he knew what was going on but he called me into the room and acted like it was math time as usual. It was hard to concentrate after hearing something like that.
Next period as we're switching classes everyone is talking about it in the hallways, I go to psych and my teacher explained what had happened. We were not allowed to watch TV although every room had a TV in it. My psych teacher put on he radio and all we heard were sirens and the news reporter trying to talk over them. I was sitting in my seat a nervous wreck, unsure if my grandfather, who was retired but would pick up a few hours at the piers in the city here and there, was in the city, if he was ok, and if he was there how would he get home to us.
The day was so long, every 5 mins someone was being called to the office b/c someone was there to pick them up. Some left crying b/c a parent, aunt uncle or friend was in the towers or in the city and they were not yet accounted for. My friend told me that when our Spanish teacher heard the news he ran out of the class, white as a ghost. His wife and unborn child were in the towers, thankfully they made it out ok.
I walked to my car after school, there was a post it from my mom, "Come STRAIGHT home. The library called, you don't have work today." I got in my car and Z100 was taking calls from people, "if you can hear us please call and tell us where you are located." No music, just that my whole drive home.
I got home, both my grandparents were there, I cried when I saw them, so thankful they were ok. My Nan worked at a college in Jersey City, NJ and saw the whole thing from her window.
The thing that gets me....it wasn't until 3pm that I found out both towers were no longer there, I knew they had been hit but had no idea that they actually fell b/c the school did not want us panicking so we were not being informed as to what was going on. I stayed up late that night. watching the news, I even remember they had underwater security looking in the water under the bridges for bombs. I lived about 10-15 minutes away from Newark Airport at that time. In the summers I would lay in my pool and a plane would go over me every 5 minutes, it was actually to the point that I could see the wheels being dropped, I always liked watching those planes. That night...there was nothing...no noise above my house...nothing. And THEN when planes were no longer grounded I would get nervous every time I heard the planes go over my house, I remember saying to myself "Gee that one sounded really low!"
I'll never forget that day or the weeks and months after. I'd come home from work and my mom would be making dinner and watching "Ground Zero" and the anthrax scares, and I was SOOOO sick of seeing that we were on yellow, orange or red alert. I just wanted things to be "normal" again.
I worked in the library in the children's section and I had 2 little guys (probably 1st and 3rd graders, they were brothers) who would come in everyday. They didn't have much money, their mom worked in McDonalds, dad was not in the picture, and she told them to go to the library after school (its free and adults are there to "keep an eye" on them). And all I kept thinking of was how life would be different for them, how fortunate I was that I grew up during "peace time" and now everything would change forever.
I was always going to the city before 9/11, I loved theater and knew my way around, I would go with my friends to see the tree at christmastime. I loved the city life/culture and always wanted to live there. After 9/11, my view changed, do I go? YES of course! But I just feel different there, like I really have to look around and observe things. NYC isn't the safest place in the world, but before 9/11 I DID feel safe there. When we took DD to the American Girl store for her birthday we took the ferry and at Port Authority it said something about "we are on high alert, please take notice to all things around you." I feel like since 9/11 I categorize everything...pre-9/11 and post-9/11.