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wednesday, september 12, 2001
and i thought i was home sick before. heh. man.
i don't know what to say. i'm too exhausted. 9.02 am yesterday i was thrilled to be let out early from class. 9.03 somebody said a plane had crashed into the world trade center. i tried finding info but no pages would load, except one image of the burning hole in the tower. i went to class. emerging from class an hour later, life was utterly changed.
we all ended up in an empty classroom watching news channels to try and understand what was going on. i, and many with me, was unable to hold back the tears as the towers fell. we spent 4 hours in there, just watching, absorbing. all so unbelievable. everyone so quiet.
eventualy we awoke from the shock. then the task for our college newspaper to radically change the front page and inside stories to adapt to all that was going on before going to print. i can tell you this: it is now 2:20 a.m. wednesday morning and we have been working solidly for 12 hours now to get it to work.
searching press pictures to use. getting local reactions. sometime last night they rolled in a tv here so we've had the news pumping at us all through out the night. i became fixed at the computer screen, hitting the refresh button on all 5 different news webpages every few minutes, finding new, horrible footage.
eventually i was drafted to write an editorial on what was going on -- i hesitated for hours, unable to figure out what there was to say. and suddenly it came pouring out. i'm drained now. i'll leave it at that. to all that have been affected, in whatever form: i am deeply saddened and wish everyone the strength to pull through. it's still too huge to fathom.
just wanted to post something. now it's back to work. bye. �� 2:44 a.m.
