We’re coming up on the twentieth anniversary now. A full-on generation has come along in that time, but I still remember getting up late-ish in the morning, turning on the TV to seeing the NYC skyline on every channel, and wondering what the hell was going on.
I was a senior in highschool at the time. Other than the sense of shock at what was happening, the one thing I remember is that my Stuart of a calculus teacher actually continued on with her lessons. Every other class just crowded around whatever TVs the teachers could wrangle so we could watch the news.
My mother was a community college professor who, for the life of her, could never fully compartmentalize her professional and personal standards and duties. She would have somehow managed to be simultaneously disgusted by your teacher’s indifference to the tragedy at hand and in admiration of her diligence in sticking to the syllabus.
I was in college. I often passed through the journalism building on my way to and from a math class in the next building, and that day there were way more people than usual standing around the news-channel TVs. Then I saw why. They soon opened a conference room with a bigscreen TV, to get us all out of the hall. We saw the second plane hit on that bigscreen.
They eventually shooed us out of the conference room later and I went to my second class, where the day’s events kinda derailed the lesson plan. Afternoon classes were cancelled after that.
I remember I was in high school, think junior year. I remember finding it weird all the TVs were turned off.
Then I started hearing people talking. The towers were hit, the Capitol was burning, the Front Lawn was on fire, all kinds of stuff.
Then I got after lunch, and my Programming teacher pretty much shut down the normal lesson, and told us to search and learn what was going on. At that point, there were the clips of both of the impacts, and both collapses…..
I was in 8th grade, age 14 around that time. If I remember right, I was in algebra class in the morning and lesson were going by normally. It was until a teacher burst into the classroom and told our teacher to turn the TV on, something has happened. So, she turned the TV on and first thing I see were a smoking tower. Then not soon after, we saw the airplane flying into second one…we knew. We all knew that we were under attack. We didn’t have anymore lessons for the rest of the day, we just watched the news all day.
My wife and I had just returned from our honeymoon cruise three days prior. It was my second day back at work, and it started as any other day. I listen to music through headphones when I’m at work, so I don’t always know what’s being talked about behind me. At one point, I had to get up to use the bathroom, and everyone seemed to be all abuzz about something. I heard someone say something along the lines of, “It’s our own fault for meddling in other countries’ affairs.” By the time I got back to my desk, I knew something was up. I was about to check one of the news sites, when my supervisor stopped by and told me he was sending us all home.
My job is in Harrisburg, the capital of PA. We could loosely be considered government work, which is why I’m guessing they sent us all home. Apparently the rest of the state workers had already been sent home, because the city was already a ghost town. When I finally made it home, I got on the internet to check the news sites like I meant to do earlier. Even for the slow dialup internet I had at the time, the site seemed to be taking forever to load. When it finally came up, I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Of course, now I know I could have simply turned on any TV or radio station to find out what happened.
My mom called the house later that day, freaking out because she didn’t know what day we were supposed to return home. She was relieved when I told her that we had made it home safely three days ago. Our neighbors’ adult kids were visiting from the midwest, and they were supposed to go back home that day. They made it onto the plane, but then just as the plane was about to take off, they suddenly called them all back. They ended up having to stay another week.
The boomer generation says that they’ll always remember where they were and what they were doing when they found out Kennedy had been shot. For the Gen X-ers like myself, and maybe the earlier millenials, I imagine this is the same sort of thing.
It seemed to be a normal day. I had a certain show I watched from 10:00 AM – 11:00 AM. During commercials I would switch to another show and on this day I did that only to find the news was covering what happened. At first I thought it was a plane crash. I finished watching my usual show and came back to this news story only to find out it was not any ordinary plane crash.
My mother and daughter were both living in NYC at the time. I couldn’t contact them until later in the afternoon because all the lines were down or busy. It was a terrifying day both on a global and personal level. 23 years later, the scars from that event have not healed. No one can convince me that the Saudi government was not directly involved in that horror, and yet we still do business with them.
We will never forget.
They have.
Sounds like Mr. Feuti is a patriot. I’m glad I read this comic.
We’re coming up on the twentieth anniversary now. A full-on generation has come along in that time, but I still remember getting up late-ish in the morning, turning on the TV to seeing the NYC skyline on every channel, and wondering what the hell was going on.
I was a senior in highschool at the time. Other than the sense of shock at what was happening, the one thing I remember is that my Stuart of a calculus teacher actually continued on with her lessons. Every other class just crowded around whatever TVs the teachers could wrangle so we could watch the news.
My mother was a community college professor who, for the life of her, could never fully compartmentalize her professional and personal standards and duties. She would have somehow managed to be simultaneously disgusted by your teacher’s indifference to the tragedy at hand and in admiration of her diligence in sticking to the syllabus.
I was in college. I often passed through the journalism building on my way to and from a math class in the next building, and that day there were way more people than usual standing around the news-channel TVs. Then I saw why. They soon opened a conference room with a bigscreen TV, to get us all out of the hall. We saw the second plane hit on that bigscreen.
They eventually shooed us out of the conference room later and I went to my second class, where the day’s events kinda derailed the lesson plan. Afternoon classes were cancelled after that.
I remember I was in high school, think junior year. I remember finding it weird all the TVs were turned off.
Then I started hearing people talking. The towers were hit, the Capitol was burning, the Front Lawn was on fire, all kinds of stuff.
Then I got after lunch, and my Programming teacher pretty much shut down the normal lesson, and told us to search and learn what was going on. At that point, there were the clips of both of the impacts, and both collapses…..
I was in 8th grade, age 14 around that time. If I remember right, I was in algebra class in the morning and lesson were going by normally. It was until a teacher burst into the classroom and told our teacher to turn the TV on, something has happened. So, she turned the TV on and first thing I see were a smoking tower. Then not soon after, we saw the airplane flying into second one…we knew. We all knew that we were under attack. We didn’t have anymore lessons for the rest of the day, we just watched the news all day.
I am surprised 9-11 hasn’t become a national holiday yet.
It hasn’t because there are far too many morons on the planet who believe it was (a) faked, (b) carried out by the governemnt, or both.
12/7 isn’t either, you know, and that terrorist attack was over 80 years ago. The date still lives in infamy and yet isn’t a holiday.
Thanks Norm!
My wife and I had just returned from our honeymoon cruise three days prior. It was my second day back at work, and it started as any other day. I listen to music through headphones when I’m at work, so I don’t always know what’s being talked about behind me. At one point, I had to get up to use the bathroom, and everyone seemed to be all abuzz about something. I heard someone say something along the lines of, “It’s our own fault for meddling in other countries’ affairs.” By the time I got back to my desk, I knew something was up. I was about to check one of the news sites, when my supervisor stopped by and told me he was sending us all home.
My job is in Harrisburg, the capital of PA. We could loosely be considered government work, which is why I’m guessing they sent us all home. Apparently the rest of the state workers had already been sent home, because the city was already a ghost town. When I finally made it home, I got on the internet to check the news sites like I meant to do earlier. Even for the slow dialup internet I had at the time, the site seemed to be taking forever to load. When it finally came up, I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Of course, now I know I could have simply turned on any TV or radio station to find out what happened.
My mom called the house later that day, freaking out because she didn’t know what day we were supposed to return home. She was relieved when I told her that we had made it home safely three days ago. Our neighbors’ adult kids were visiting from the midwest, and they were supposed to go back home that day. They made it onto the plane, but then just as the plane was about to take off, they suddenly called them all back. They ended up having to stay another week.
The boomer generation says that they’ll always remember where they were and what they were doing when they found out Kennedy had been shot. For the Gen X-ers like myself, and maybe the earlier millenials, I imagine this is the same sort of thing.
It seemed to be a normal day. I had a certain show I watched from 10:00 AM – 11:00 AM. During commercials I would switch to another show and on this day I did that only to find the news was covering what happened. At first I thought it was a plane crash. I finished watching my usual show and came back to this news story only to find out it was not any ordinary plane crash.
My mother and daughter were both living in NYC at the time. I couldn’t contact them until later in the afternoon because all the lines were down or busy. It was a terrifying day both on a global and personal level. 23 years later, the scars from that event have not healed. No one can convince me that the Saudi government was not directly involved in that horror, and yet we still do business with them.
My BIL was supposed to be in The Pentagon when the plane hit. Thankfully, he was stuck in traffic!