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I remember it too well. I was on my way to class at Kent State University. I was a journalism major (this plays into my story later.)
I was listening to the Bob and Tom show on the way to school (a pretty funny show, and nationally syndicated, so some of you might have heard of it.) They mentioned a plane had crashed in NYC and were waiting on more details. I didn't think much of it, so I decided to stop and get some breakfast at Burger King.
I went in, ate and headed back to the car to get to school. I turned the radio on, and they'd cut away from Bob and Tom to a bunch of screaming and crying people, and I couldn't make heads or tails of what was going on (I hadn't yet made the connection to the plane crash story.
I basically said to hell with my first class and ran to a computer lab to see what was going on. I read the news, and my instant messenger was lighting up from a buddy of mine that lives in Jersey, who was filling me in on the details regarding the Pentagon, etc...
I was stunned, but had an exam in my next class, a journalism one. I got to class early, and was telling people what was going on, and no one believed me, because they'd been in classes all morning and had no idea what was going on.
Our prof came in and told us that as journalists, we should get out and report on what was going on, and to turn in a short article within the hour.
So I headed over to the African American Studies building... not sure why... I'd never really been in there before.
There was a girl on the phone who was absolutely crying her eyes out and frantically dialing phone numbers and fighting with the payphone. I loaned her my cell and patiently waited on her.
As it turned out, her brother worked for the Pentagon, and she was naturally concerned. I sat with her and talked with her for a while, trying to calm her down. I asked her some questions for my story, but I was more concerned for her well-being, and of course, that of her brother.
I headed back to the journalism building and put my story in for the next day's paper, and then classes were canceled for the rest of the day after a flight went down in PA.
I went back to the other building and watched some news and checked in on the girl again, and exchanged email addresses with her, because I wanted to know what happened with her brother.
I then went home and sat with my mom and watched the news, in utter shock and disbelief, never feeling so shaken in my life.
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