inspired by ataralas.
i remember...i was in chicago for orientation leader training...the rest of the o-aides were supposed to get there that day. i didn't have a tv in my room and i didn't check news sites...so i cranked up some onesidezero and rocked out when i was getting ready for training, completely oblivious. i go to pierce to eat. i get my food, hang out...and about ten minutes later, someone sits down and tells us someone flew a plane into the WTC. i assumed it was a small plane, some dinky little cessna flown by some idiot, some drunk guy, someone who lost control. the towers hadn't fallen yet, but they assure me it was worse than that.
we didn't go straight to training. we went to the reg, went to the computers. we tried to get on CNN, NYT, the trib...we couldn't actually log onto any of the sites for a while, they were so slammed. finally we got onto CNN; by then the towers had fallen.
it was just...weird. i didn't know what to think about it then, and i still don't know what to think about it now. i remember afterwards, the fallout, new york city pulling together, i allowed myself to be optimistic about where the country would go after it. but, then, "god bless america." but, then, let's bomb afghanistan, bomb iraq, bomb the whole middle east. you're either with us or you're against us. i still don't know what to think about the actual incident, but the fallout, and the people in power who had so much control about what the fallout was going to be...that still makes me mad and sad and disappointed.