Where were you?

11 years ago tomorrow.

Over a decade ago, I was in college. A junior fresh back to school for another year. My sorority met at 7a.m. that fall because no other time worked to get our membership together. Otherwise, I didn't have class until late so I begrudgingly dragged myself to this 7a.m. house meeting. It was a gorgeous morning in Ripon. The meeting adjourned somewhere around 8a.m. and my roomie and I arrived back at our dorm room, turned on our tv to get ready for the rest of the day.  We saw the news. We saw the hole from the first plane, debated the size of the plane. I thought it was just a small plane, Liz knew it had to be bigger than I gave credit for. As we sat there, the 2nd plane hit. There was no more debate.

All I remember now is the horror of watching the drama unfold on live TV. I was far away but all I could picture was those towers I saw from Newark airport in June. All I could think is that I was so relieved my first trip ever was in June, or my mom would never have let me go after this.

Then collapse.

But in Wisconsin, life had to keep going. I'm pretty sure I had class to go to. The rest of the details fade away, but I will never forget where I was when it happened.

Where were you?