As I was heading to get certified as a substitute in Austin, NPR was blaring through the speakers of the car. Because I was, as usual, running late, I entered the car, coffee in hand, and raced to the training. The whole time driving, this strange short story about a plane hitting the World Trade Center in NY was being told. I thought, "Huh, selected shorts doesn't usually play on a weekday." A red light. An insight. Oh my, God, it isn't a story. Entering the training, I asked if anyone had heard if a plane had hit a building in NY. We turned on a rolling TV cart just in time to see the second plane hit. We would watch transfixed and horrified for days. So far away we were in Texas and yet, so close.
My mom says she won't forget the day Kennedy was assassinated. I won't forget this day, the day I thought was a selected short.
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Jen...Whatever made you think of that in the middle of spring? I feel exactly the same way about remembering it, though. I was at home because I was looking for a job after paleoteching for the summer. I was bitching to my mom that the apartment complex had still not fixed my broken toilet and she told me to turn on the TV because a plane hit the World Trade Center and it looked like it might fall down.
Here in NY, we go through this every year:).
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