A Simple Tuesday
On September 11, 2001 I was a Senior at Wesleyan College in Macon, Georgia. The day started like any other day for me, I woke up, but this day I awoke to radio announcers saying something about The World Trade Center(WTC). In all honesty the only thing i could recall about the WTC at the crack of dawn was the 1993 bombing. Surely this incident had nothing to do with that, we had just talked about the ’93 bombing in class and that was an act of terrorism, it was a random Tuesday in September, this had to be something else. It was a Tuesday!
I grabbed my remote and turned to NBC just in time to hear a boom and see Katie Couric jump. Apparently, that was the second plane. I ran out of my room to find my roommate informing me of a plane crash. By the time we got back to a television, the Pentagon was on fire and suddenly it sounded like there were jets right outside of our windows. The Today Show was saying “we’re being attacked by planes” and all I hear are large planes flying overhead. Color me terrified. I did what anybody would do in that situation, I called my daddy screaming.
The school sent out emails explaining our country was being attacked and they strongly suggested that we remain on campus. By strongly, I mean there were campus police guards at every gate. After watching hours of nonstop coverage I got up and walked out to the quad where I found the vast majority of my Wesleyan Sisters. They all had the same glazed stare. They weren’t crying they looked numb. Looking back, I probably looked numb as well. I couldn’t process what was happening. I was also terrified. Out of nowhere, I heard ‘Amazing Grace’ being piped all over the campus. I immediately knew that it was Dr. Fletcher Anderson playing the Carillon in our auditorium. My last act on 9/11 was walking into the darkened auditorium to sit in the back and just listen. As soon as I sat down, I started crying. Dr. Anderson played for what seemed like hours and I sat there trying to figure out how a regular Tuesday had completely obliterated my entire world view.
A few weeks later I was walking to class and I heard what I thought was an air raid siren. Some people in the quad started running, others froze, I walked up to the steps of Tate Hall and sat down. I knew Wesleyan had a bomb shelter, but I didn’t know where, so I just waited. I figured being inside of a building was worse than being outside. A few minutes later a dean walked out of the building and told us the state was installing tornado sirens and it was just a test. That is how 9/11 changed my life.