Originally Posted by
jimboa24
This is, of course, assuming you were alive on 9/11 and can at least remember what happened on that day from your perspective. Tell us your experiences on that day, wherever you were.
I was 16 at the time and going to high school. I lived in California, so by the time I woke up, the first plane had already hit. My dad woke me up, urged me to come and see the news, because something big was happening. I just remember the speculation on if it was just an accident, if it was a passenger plane; no one knew much by that point. But by the time I got to school, a second plane had hit the other tower and things just got progressively scarier from there. I remember there was a school-wide announcement on the intercom, which almost never happened unless there was a death in the student body or faculty, or a major fire drill.
Most teachers had access to local stations on the TV's in their rooms, but apparently there were marching orders not to show the news or talk about what was going on. One of my teachers, Mr. Button, my chemistry teacher, defied that and had the news running all day. He canceled his lesson plan for the day, just told people to watch the news or do whatever they felt as long as it wasn't breaking any school rules. His classroom became a kind of hub for people who wanted to know what was going on, to gather and talk, to cry, etc.
See, I know it sounds like hyperbole to call 9/11 "a day of terror," but really, that is probably the best way to describe it. The bad news just kept on coming, and for a single day, it seemed like anything bad could and would happened. And what you DON'T hear about on 9/11 documentaries or memorials are the rumors. See, with all the shit going on, there were rumors flying around at a mile a minute about shit happening that ended up not being true - the Capitol building was evacuated and bombed, there were chemical attacks in Washington, car bombs going off all around DC...all kinds of rumors about more attacks that turned out were bullshit, but here's the thing - on that day, no one really knew for sure what was happening, and the rumors were believable enough. It seemed like the whole east coast was being turned into a war zone.
There was the shock of seeing the towers finally collapse, even as there were people still jumping to escape the fires, there was the Pentagon getting hit, then the unknown factor about a plane going down in Pennsylvania - we didn't know the plane was being retaken, so the fact that it crashed in the middle of nowhere played into the perception that attacks were happening everywhere. It wasn't until later that night that the sense of controlled panic started to lessen, after the rumors and the facts were sorted out and the attacks seemed to stop. And even then, there was the sense of dread of what would come, and the question of if there were more attacks being planned. I mean, this is America! We're protected on both sides by oceans. This shit doesn't happen to us! We're so far away from the old world, the middle east, and all their problems, right?
Wrong, you stupid kid. Dead wrong.
It was all so unreal. I can still remember that day, and a day of terror it really was. 9/11/01 was the scariest day of my life, in the sense of things way bigger than me happening that cannot be stopped. It was like having a small taste of the apocalypse for a single day.