It was senior year in high school. The day before I had started dating a new guy (who's now my husband. Happy Twentieth to us!). Coming out of French Class, one of the teachers overheard that a plane had hit the World Trade Center. My first thought was a small plane, not a large one. I went to my next class, which was business law. My boyfriend was in the class with me, when we watched the second plane hit. At that point, we knew it was a deliberate act. Our principal ordered all TV's to be cut off, but our Business Law teacher (who was the best) was very tech savvy (in addition to having been a lawyer) and managed to get us hooked back up. It's about all anyone could talk about -- then we heard that a plane hit the pentagon.
My father worked at the Pentagon at the time. And my boyfriend's mother was supposed to go up there that day. We were both incredibly worried. This was before everyone owned cell phones, at least at our school. I had one, but I didn't dare take it out until toward the end of the day. I couldn't reach my dad. Throughout the rest of our classes, it's all anyone could talk about. A lot of kids were worried about their parents, and unable to get news. (A lot of kids in our school had parents who worked at the pentagon).
Thankfully, my dad was okay. He got out just fine. And my future mother-in-law was delayed because of news of the trade center so she never even went to the pentagon (and just went home early that day). They let some schools in our area out early that day, but not ours.
I remember being so scared for my dad. Luckily I had my boyfriend to reassure me. Sometimes I wonder if we'd have still been together if not for 9/11. Not that our first date wasn't great. But we became so much closer because of it.
One of the people I used to babysit for died. And my dad knew some of the people who died. So did my husband's mom. It was all the school talked about the next day or two. Eventually everything quieted down. Hard to believe as of tomorrow it'll have been twenty years. Time really does fly. Our oldest kids will soon be the age I was when it happened. Absolutely crazy.
My father worked at the Pentagon at the time. And my boyfriend's mother was supposed to go up there that day. We were both incredibly worried. This was before everyone owned cell phones, at least at our school. I had one, but I didn't dare take it out until toward the end of the day. I couldn't reach my dad. Throughout the rest of our classes, it's all anyone could talk about. A lot of kids were worried about their parents, and unable to get news. (A lot of kids in our school had parents who worked at the pentagon).
Thankfully, my dad was okay. He got out just fine. And my future mother-in-law was delayed because of news of the trade center so she never even went to the pentagon (and just went home early that day). They let some schools in our area out early that day, but not ours.
I remember being so scared for my dad. Luckily I had my boyfriend to reassure me. Sometimes I wonder if we'd have still been together if not for 9/11. Not that our first date wasn't great. But we became so much closer because of it.
One of the people I used to babysit for died. And my dad knew some of the people who died. So did my husband's mom. It was all the school talked about the next day or two. Eventually everything quieted down. Hard to believe as of tomorrow it'll have been twenty years. Time really does fly. Our oldest kids will soon be the age I was when it happened. Absolutely crazy.
The whole tone of Church teaching in regard to woman is, to the last degree, contemptuous and degrading. - Elizabeth Cady Stanton
