I Remember

I woke up at about 7:45 that morning in order to be at class by 8:30. I had music technology, one of my favorite classes that semester. This was my first semester in college; I was a music major. We had class as usual, my professor was his usual self. After class, I left for Second Baptist Church, where I was helping babysit for the women's Bible study. We had gotten out of class early, so was on the road by about 9:10. I turned the radio on to my usual station, expecting some music, when I heard a news report. A plane had crashed into one of the World Trade center buildings. I was stunned. A moment later, one of my classmates from Music Tech called me to see if I'd heard the news. I got to the church and my friend, who was helping to babysit, already had the tv on. It was on every channel, it seemed. We sat in stunned silence, trying to make sense of it all. At the time, we didn't know the who or why of it all.

After I left the church, my mom called me to see if I'd heard and to tell me to go and fill up the car. It sounded like a good idea at the time, not knowing what was going on. However, the gas station was PACKED. I was very fortunate to even get gas. Most of the gas stations around town sold out. I think I ended up having to get the premium.

That night there was a candlelight prayer vigil at the Monticello courthouse. I will never forget that night. We were all scared and everyone was praying. Afterwards, the director of the MBSF at UAM, Rob Leonard, spoke to several of the college kids, right on the steps of the Methodist church.

September 11, 2001 is a day I'll always remember.