September 12th, 2011

Writer's Block: 9/11

Where were you?
Hace 10 años fue el atentado de terrorista mas horrible que me toco vivir..... aunque fuera por televison, pero algo increible y muy muy triste... daba mucho miedo tambien...

Es increible como han pasado 10 años, recuerdo bien ese dia, mi trabajo era el de ir a limpiar el bar de mi tio por las mañanas, ese dia fui normalmente, puse como siempre musica para limpiar, puse una radio de musica latina, puse Z FM , cuando se acabo un tema empezo a hablar el locutor y empezo a decir que ya bastaba la violencia en el mundo.. que iba en repugnio a eso... a mi me extraño...

Cuando iba para la casa caminando tranquilamente iba notando algo raro, la gente estaba afueras de la casa hablando con sus vecinos alarmadamente, y en todas las casas se escuchaba que tenian el tele encendido, y note que eran las noticias,... fue alli donde me entro el 4 de que algo habia pasado, asi que me fui corriendo para la casa, cuando llegue estaba mi hermana viendo tele asustada y me fui diciendo lo que paso.... y alli todo el dia las noticias de todos los canales solo transmitieron eso... 

Hoy, 10 años despues, me parece increible compararme con la Olga de ese tiempo: ya con una profesion, casada, viviendo en San Jose, mas madura, mas bonita, mas esperanzada de la vida, menos amargada... jaajaja. solo un poquito... y sobre todo! que ya haya logrado viajar en avion, y sobre todo que fui a conocer la Zona Cero, y exactamente este año hace unos 3 meses... 

Me entra mucho la nostalgia de ese dia, es horrible, las torres yo siempre las quise visitar, hubiera sido grandioso ver esos edificios tan grandes en New York, pero bueno... Dios proteja a todas las personas del mundo para que no vivan algo asi.... que nos libre de guerra... aunque se que son loshumanos quienes las hacemos.... 

Paz a los restos de esas personas que murieron, condolencias a sus familiares, bendiciones a todos!  Aunque seamos de otro pais, definitivamente nunca olvidaremos esto.... 


Madness

Writer's Block: 9/11

Where were you?
8th grade, 1st period, Language Arts.  I remember the Vice Principal coming to our classroom and asking the teacher to step outside into the hall and a few minutes later, someone came back to class from the bathroom and said that all the teachers were in the hall. We were all in a flurry trying to figure out what was going on and when the teacher came back inside, she said nothing. It was business as usual the remainder of that period and the beginning of the next. It was in 2nd period, Algebra, that the Principal came on the intercom and informed us that while the details were unknown, a plane had hit the World Trade Center and that the school would be going into lockdown. We all thought he was joking, but when they patched in the news networks onto the classroom televisions, we all realized the gravity of the situation. We spent the rest of the day going from period to period, watching the news coverage on television. I still remember my course schedule from that day and how silent it was, because aside from an occassional comment or discussion, you could hear a pin drop in my school (it was eerie), but what I'll never forget is the complete and utter confusion I felt.

Writer's Block: 9/11

Where were you?


*sigh* I promised myself I wouldn't do this. Yet here I am. I had just worked a 12 hour overnight shift as I normally did on Monday nights so I was asleep. My supervisor called and woke me up and told me the news.

I've been reading through the answers for this and what astounds me about the answers, (what few there are that aren't in cyrillic, anyway,) is that everyone responding is so young. "I was 8 years old... I was 10 years old... I was in 6th/7th/8th grade." It just... really astounds me. I haven't thought much about all the people for whom this happened just as they were really starting to get an idea of what the world was and what was around them. The closest experience I have like that is the Challenger explosion when I was in the 4th grade. But I can't pretend it was anywhere near the same. I thought I was "young" seeing it happen at 25 but I really had no idea.
AussieHeart

Writer's Block: 9/11

When this happened, I was an 11-year-old Year 7 Primary School student. As an Australian, I live in a different time zone. Due to this difference, I was asleep in my bed since it was the middle of the night, and I had school in the morning. When I went to school the next day, the first thing my teacher had us do, was to hop onto all of the computers in the classroom and find out anything we could about what had happened the night before. I distinctly remember sharing a computer with one of my friends, and I will always remember her comment about the photos of the Trade Centre Towers that we were looking at on Google. She said that they looked like the stills from an action movie. I couldn't do anything but agree with her. One of the saddest things about that exercise, for me, was knowing that they were photographs of something that had actually happened.
music moon
  • bron_v

Writer's Block: 9/11

Where were you?


I was seven, so I'm not going to pretend like I remember it clear as day, but I remember moments of it. I'd just started my new Junior school, so was getting the bus home, and walking back to my house alone (don't fret social services, I lived 20m away from the bus stop, the first 15 of which I wasn't even alone for, I walked with a friend and her dad). I first heard about it when I walked into my house and my Mum and five year old brother were watching the live TV coverage. That would've been at about 3.45pm BST, so 10.45 EST. I didn't really pay much attention at the time, being seven and not grasping the Enormity at all- I'd never even heard of the World Trade Centre- but my brother remembers watching the Second Tower collapse on TV, although for him at the time it was like watching a movie or live action Thunderbirds episode.

I remember 7/7 much more clearly, but whether that was because I was older, or because it was closer to home, I have no idea. Our teachers didn't tell us what was happening on either occasion.
Kohr-ah = Love

Writer's Block: 9/11

Where were you?


I was in 10th grade at the time. We were watching the school news until the principal mentioned what happened, which prompted the teacher to change the channel to CNN and then I saw one of the towers on fire. At first, I thought it was a freak accident until the other tower was hit. It's hard to forget that piece of memory.
chan!smile can heal heartbroken

Writer's Block: 9/11

Where were you?
In Thailand, I was working on my homework and left television running. Before I jumped off my chair, ran to my parents room with breaking news. We were watching CNN for an hour or so. I left when my parents started to yawn. I fell asleep on my bed and left television on. So next morning I woke up with same news more information. My heart was heavy with the news for weeks.
Pikachu ^_^

Writer's Block: 9/11

Where were you?

I was 8 and I was at school. All I really remember is walking into the living room that afternoon after school and looking at the huge (HUGE) big box that was once a big screen TV and I saw the buildings burning. I remember my mom and dad watching (and other people might have been over?) and I was asking what was going on. I didn't quite understand at the time, so I just sat with my parents and watched not really quite grasping the severity of what had happened.

Вопрос дня: 11 сентября

Ехал на какую-то конференцию в Европарламент, но ее отменили и япоехал обратно в офис - пробка стояла на весь Брюссель, поворот к офису перекрыла полиция, машину пришлось оставить на мосту, под охраной полицейского.
Where were you?

Вопрос дня: 11 сентября

Where were you?
Закончил ремонт в первой отдельной квартире, готовился перевезти детей и жену. Телевизора еще не было, денег тоже - вернее, был тв-тюнер, и комнатная антенна; она ловила только черно-белое очень нечеткое изображение. О теракте я услышал от родителей, и впервые картинку увидел черно-белой, размытой. И еще помню, как каждую минуту гудели самолеты - они садились один за другим в Пулково, так как все борта были отозваны. Но это было похоже скорей на кино, чем на страшное; жаль только было тот самолет, что был (как-то сразу было понятно) разумеется сбит - не долетев до цели.

Гораздо страшней был теракт в Беслане: начало штурма я застал в магазине электроники; стояла целая стена телевизоров - и по каждой показывали штурм, дым, уходящую спокойным шагом на штурм "альфу", которую вот-вот перебьют; измученных детей, обезумевшего старика с двустволкой. И потом сотни погибших, подсчет. Вот это была действительно тоска зеленая.
SP Thorge

Writer's Block: 9/11

Where were you?


This journal was merely 5 days old. I had made a couple of boring posts about things. It took me a couple of days to get a post up totally about the day.

What I'll remember is being at work in my cube in the back mindlessly eating a cinnamon muffin from Stop and Shop when the first reports were coming in.

I do also have a weird recollection of seeing a plane fly overhead while in the store parking lot and have always wondered if it was American 11. The timing of its flight path was close enough to where the store is to make it plausible.

Julie and I watched the 9-11 documentary about the probation firefighter together tonight. It was good to be with someone while I watched history again.

Writer's Block: 9/11

Where were you?


When I was 10, I moved to live with my father in Texas. I moved to Victoria, Texas during christmas vacation my fifth grade year. I was placed in a class with a male teacher. I don't remember a lot about the teacher except that I really liked and respected him. I remember I was attracted to anything magical. I liked the topic of witchcraft and the witch trials. I researched the Salem Witch Trials that year for a project I did in the class. I enjoyed reading fantastical books. I loved the Narnia series more than any other. I also read a book about a girl that finds a black cat. After a series of strange events she discovers that the cat is her familiar and she is actually a witch.

I moved to Calallen, Tx after fifth grade.

I read the Everworld series by K.A. Applegate that year. I thoroughly enjoyed and loved that series as well.

I can't write anymore. It feels like there is a block in my mind preventing me from writing and I try to fight it and push it away, but it remains fixed hindering my ability to communicate.
Kaferpanzer

Вопрос дня: 11 сентября

Where were you?
Вопросы дня в ЖЖ обычно отличаются, имхо, крайней бредовостью, но этот довольно занятный и я, пожалуй, отвечу.

11 сентября 2001 года, я, как сейчас помню, сидел и наяривал в "Цивилизацию". В самую первую, которая так и осталась одной из лучших игр серии.
Мама слушала на кухне радио, сказала что "какой-то жуткий теракт произошёл". 
mashet lapkoy

Вопрос дня: 11 сентября

Where were you?
Собиралась в аэропорт с грудной дочкой, чтобы лететь из Норвегии в Россию. Новости узнавала ежеминутно, быстрее, чем в телевизоре, потому что жила с журналистом. Как настоящий жюрналюга , он находился в состоянии какого-то противного азарта, вещал в прямом эфире и все поторял "ну теперь они точно про это фильм снимут, вот увидишь, точно фильм снимут"
Фильмов сняли кучу , один из них я попыталась сегодня посмотреть, не смогла

Writer's Block: 9/11

Where were you?
I was in kindergarden back then and....well it was all over the news and truthfully, and I am sorry about feeling that way, I thought it was a live-action version of some crappy show (ie ultraman or something). But I knew crying faces was a bad thing so I kept my comments to myself (was still wondering why so many people were filmed crying). Eventually though, I did come to realise why everyone was hushed and somber about it.

I don't really believe in gods, but God bless those who were extinguished in such a short span of time (may angels lead you in) and bless those who are still alive.
dokuro, mononoke

Writer's Block: Hey Mr. DJ, keep playing this song…

What music lifts you up when you’re feeling down?
Terribly optimistic music, I suppose. Music in general usually improves my mood is some way or the other (except now that I don't ever really feel very happy or sad). 
I guess, songs that seems to be about embracing life and the shitty things it comes with in the style of "rolling with the punches" is the kind that I like most when I'm feeling downtrodden.
Or whatever.

Вопрос дня: 11 сентября

Радовался за Пендостан...сука,на конец то и им за всё зло которое эти ТВАРИ распространяют по всему миру отрыгнулось..
Жаль не в чём не повинный пострадавший народ,но что мрази творят сейчас  в Ливии всё перекрывает..
Геополитика говоришь...а всего то пару десятков человек перетряхнли державу мирового значения..
МОЛОДЦЫ !!!
думаю что комент забанят ..

Writer's Block: 9/11

С самой страшной трагедии 21 века прошло 10 лет. И до сих пор глядя на кадры происходящего становится, мягко говоря, не по себе.
11 сентября 2001 года я  училась в 5-ом классе. Придя домой после уроков включила телевизор и все домашние замерли в ужасе. Мне тогда было мало лет и я слабо себе представляла что происходит, а вот мама, бабушка и гости, которые были у нас в тот день реально охренели.
Уже потом пошла череда документального кино про башни близнецы и все такое прочее...
Но когда я оказалась сама на этом месте, вот тогда стало реально жутко. Тысячи фотографий, свечи и живые цветы лежали на месте всемирного торгового центра и выглядело это все так, буд-то это случилось вчера. Там же на месте лежал компакт диск. Самопал с изображением 1000 долларовой купюры с изображением президента Буша рядом с башнями. На диске, по мнению его создателей, находилась та самая страшная правда о трагедии... Диск-то взяла, но так и не посмотрела, а потом и вовсе потеряла.
By the way: 11 сентября в России- день граненого стакана. Именно 11 сентября 1960-какого-то года скульптор Мухина запустила, всеми любимые стаканы, в производство.

Вопрос дня: 11 сентября

Where were you?
Я работала, и когда по ТВ начали трансляцию, то подумали, что это кино... А потом позвонила домой и оказалось, что это правда! Наверное, это плохо, но я была рада, как и многие мои знакомые, было очень жаль людей, но не Америку...
book cover humor
  • ozma914

Writer's Block: 9/11

Where were you?



Where were you?

I'd just gotten home from a shift in dispatch, and decided to turn on the TV while getting ready for bed. Newscasters had just announced that not only had one of the Twin Towers exploded, but that an airplane had just flown into the second one. What a horrible coincidence, I thought; could it be the second plane was a news aircraft filming the first fire?

It took only a minute to realize the awful truth. I didn't sleep that day.

As I watched a correspondant speak, I saw behind him what appeared to be part of a wall peel away from the World Trade Center. Nobody realized right away that the entire Tower had fallen ... once I realized that I knew I'd just watched a lot of people die, among them many dozens of my brother firefighters.

Within an hour every fire department in the country was placed on alert, as more attacks were expected. I stopped and filled my car's gas tank on the way to the station; by the time I returned home and price had jumped far above anything ever seen. To this day, I top off my gas tank just before the annniversary.

I must have been on the way to the fire station when the Pentagon was hit, because I was listening to a radio interview there with a reporter discussing the military response at the time. He heard a noise and felt the building shake; again, it was some time before anyone was sure what was going on.

My fire department had no calls that day, and I spent all morning trying to get in touch with my girlfriend, who was a 911 call taker with the New York City Fire Department. Not only was cell phone service down, she was at work and couldn't have answered anyway. She talked to some of the people who died that day. It wasn't until later in the afternoon that I knew for sure her dispatch center wasn't close enough to be effected by the collapse, although there was also the worry at the time that their building might also be targeted.

Yesterday, the 10th anniversary of the attacks, I went to a breakfast and memorial at the Noble County Public Library in Albion, where they did a great job with a 24 hour long observance. I was able to attend only a small part of it, as I once again worked a shift in dispatch that morning, but I wanted to thank them for my efforts. I also wanted to thank my fiancee Emily for her understanding and support; I tend to get down near the anniversary of the attacks, maybe this year more than usual, and I think I shut down a little the last few days.

Вопрос дня: 11 сентября

Как щас помню.
У нас был тёплый,солнечный день !
Пришёл с работы пораньше,2 день после зарплаты!
Сразу с порога на кухню !!
Включаю телевизор а там башня горит в прямом эфире !!!
И я сел !!! И второй самолёт бабах !!!
Жесть !!!
Я помню 11 сентября !!
Lokigloriouspurpose

Writer's Block: 9/11

Where were you?


I was ten. I was sitting in Mrs. Grimes class and we'd started class (I dont remember if it was English or Social Studies... not important) and a teacher came running down the hallway (the doors were open) and came into our room and told Mrs. Grimes to turn on the TV. She turned it to CNN and this was around 10 minutes after the first plane hit the first tower so we were watching it while the second plane hit, live on CNN. It was sort of terrifying but in a way that we didn't really get how BIG of a deal it was, but we could see our teacher freaking out so we realized it was something scary. We ended up watching pretty much everything on CNN because it wasn't until around lunch time (11:30ish) that they came on the intercom and told all the teachers to turn off their televisions.

You would think at 10 I wouldn't remember much but I can remember it clear as day. I was sitting next to a girl named Cammie, a boy named Josh, and an empty desk. I basically remember everything in detail. I don't think I remember anything else from that far back with so much detail.
Fractals

Writer's Block: Hey Mr. DJ, keep playing this song…

What music lifts you up when you’re feeling down?
Bach's Jesu Joy of Man's Desiring, the chorale from Beethoven's Ninth Symphny ("An de Freude"), "Amazing Grace," you know the drill. If things are so bad I have to cry or burst, it helps to put on Schubert's "Ave Maria," so I can go ahead and cry.
family guy

Writer's Block: 9/11

Back in 2001, when I lived in San Anselmo on Ross Ave, I would set my tv to wake me up as an alarm clock. On 9/11, I awoke to the sound of none other than Howard Stern informing me that the world trade towers had been hit. I confirmed this with my mom, after all Howard Stern was not my primary source of news. Sure enough, on every channel, they were showing those images.
I brought my portable tv to school so I could continue to follow what was going on. It was also, I believe, the first or second day of high school. First period was P.E and we watched my tv and I was getting news from online as fast as I could.
My recollection dropps off from there, but I believe we had a tv cart hooked up and we watched that coverage there.
I don't think anyone who was old enough to realize what was going on will never forget those images we saw on that day.
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Writer's Block: 9/11

Where were you?
I was 11, and I was in 6th grade. My grade of approximately 250 kids were split into teams, one being the "navigators" and the other being the "explorers". I was on the navigator team. During the morning, there was an announcement made: "Teachers, please dial your voicemails at this time please". Throughout the day, there were a bunch of rumors. What I thought happened was the Pentagon blew up, and at this naive time in my life I thought that the Pentagon was a memorial for some war in Washington DC. None of the people I was friends with talked about what was going on, only that A LOT of the kids were going home early. There were about 10 people left in my 6th period science class which was normally a 20 student class. None of my teachers had the television on, and none talked about what was going on.

In my 7th periopd class, my teacher was FINALLY going to tell us what happened. Then I got yanked out of class to take some ability test before I got to hear any details. my dad picked me up early (from 8th period, which was about 1:45 when we got let out of school at 2:30). I asked why he came to get me, and he said the twin towers in New York were gone.

I knew what those were.

I went home and watched some footage and felt numb. I was too young to understand the magnitude of what happened. My parents never talked about it; they would separate in January of 2002. I remember Bush's approval ratings were astronomical, somewhere in the low 90s after his address to the nation. I dont fault him at all for not leaving the Florida school in a rush, I think that was the better decision.

I learned later that the teachers on the other team had turned on the televisions and let them watch the footage. Im sure some of my classmates watched the 2nd plane crash into the WTC. I wish I one of my teachers could have let us watch the news, although they were following the instructions from the prinicpal on the voicemail to not turn on the televisions. I really applaud the ones that did turn on.

Today, Im 21 and watched some footage, but not a lot. I did re-watch a little of the documentary from the French filmmakers who were able to get the first plane hitting the WTC on camera. I could not imagine 11 year old me seeing those kind of images; it would have been way too frightening. There was a video going around on Tumblr, of what Im guessing was someone who was in the towers on the phone to their loved one, and they ended up dying. I say "Im guessing", because I could not handle listening to that and never watched it . That kind of stuff shouldn't be on the internet, thats way too private.

In college, I've taken a class solely on Terrorism Law. Its an emerging field of study, and its very interesting. I suggest taking one if there is one offered, but I really would love if the professor I had wouldnt have leaned so hard to the right while leading discussion, and would have played devils advocate on both sides of the political spectrum whenever someone made some asinine comment.

Writer's Block: 9/11

Where were you?
I was in 11th grade when the towers were shot down. I lived in a small Texas town and I never paid much attention in school. I remember my biology teacher wheeling in a sony television that was strapped to a mobile device, you know the big black ones, their probably retired by now and replaced with an ipod or some crazy shit. I didn't know what the Trade towers were, or even where they were located, all I really remember was thinking.. "Why are people making such a big deal about this? Planes crash all the time."  It wasn't until my teacher explained the whole scenerio did I fully understand. I had no clue who Osama Bin Laden was. I had no idea that there was a Taliban, or what it meant or who it consisted of, or anything political at that age. I was 17. All I cared about was cute guy sitting across the aisle from me. I was young. Apathetic. still kind of am. 
I do remember two of best friends setting off to join the military shortly after. One was going to the Airforce, the other to the Navy, and I had this nagging feeling that they were being duped. The government was shoveling promises of the future and grand wealth if they join and make a career out of serving the United States. I went to a green party conference at the convention center in Austin a year after 9/11. There I listened to a man who was exiled from the United States and was forced to live in the UK due to increminating evidences he stumbled upon as a journalist. I found that to be extremely interesting. What he was saying sounded pretty feesable, and a part of me believes him still, but the fact of the matter is 10 years it's been since the towers went down and our country is still the same. 
Tolerance is a word that I hope to see moved into action. 

Snoopy 1

Writer's Block: 9/11

Where were you?
with the dogs as I walked over to the TV and turned it on. The first tower had been hit and about 30 seconds after I turned on the TV the second one hit.

I walked the dogs for quite some time.

No airplanes - Their absence was quite apparent to me - possibly because my father had a pilot's license and had taken me flying since I was about 4 or 5 and I've always been attuned to that sort of thing.
Reka

Writer's Block: 9/11

Where were you?


To quote Khal Drogo, "No."

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And Hetalia Day is a thing. Not much happening. Trying to get a mod meeting going so we can decide who else is worthy of modship (we're running short), but everyone's going to the Renn Faire this weekend. D'oh. Okay, so we'll Facebook it instead of going out for lunch, but I'm still gonna hang with Kendra again. ♥

By the way, everyone, thanks for all the '90s songs! I'm still listening to all of them, trying to decide which ones I should keep. *_* all of them

Having started this post over an hour and a half ago, I'm happy to say that I'm finally feeling my body slow down. That's awesome, but I'm not sure if it's the medicine or that it's nearly one in the morning. Oh well. Also, being disjointed means it's bedtime. Sleep well, self.
Гердан

Вопрос дня: 11 сентября

Where were you?

Я отвела сына в школу и возвращалась, чтобы, прихватив сумку, бежать на трамвай и ехать на работу. Напротив моего подъезда остановилась машина, из нее выглянула мама приятеля, жившего в соседнем доме.
- Беги домой, включи новости, в Нью-Йорке страшная авиакатострофа.
В тот момент мы еще так думали. Я включила, когда на экране второй самолет влетел в башню...
Когда стало понятно, что ни о какой случайности речь не идет, мне немедленно захотелось забрать ребенка домой. Я несколько минут колебалась - как на это посмотрят учителя, не задразнят ли моего второклашку ребята - дескать, прибежала мама-квочка. Но усидеть дома не смогла. Позвонила на работу, отпросилась, Прибежала в школьный офис и обнаружила очередь родителей - американцев, китайцев, ирландцев, всех подряд - разбирающих детей по домам. Пожилая секретарша всхлипывала и говорила родителям:
- Конечно, им сейчас лучше с вами, забирайте, забирайте. Только пусть маленькие не сидят все время у телевизора - это слишком страшно.
Отгонять ребенка от телевизора было невозможно - мы все не отрывались от экрана. Помню, что очень ясно ощущала крушение чувства безопасности и защищенности. Знаю, сейчас мне кто-нибудь непременно скажет, что чувство это было ложным и иллюзорным. Но, поверьте, оно было.
Чуть позднее пришла растерянность от собственного бессилия - вот живут  люди, а кто-то распоряжается их жизнями. И тревога - по ночам снились военные самолеты, врезающиеся в наш неказистый домик. И гордость за пожарных - они, кажется, стали самыми важными людьми в те дни. А еще - изумление от чтения комментариев в русской части интернета.  К счастью, за последнее десятилетие маршрут моих" интернет-путешествий" радикально изменился - я общаюсь исключительно с адекватными и вменяемыми людьми. Но те, незнакомые, вспоминаются до сих пор.
И еще - тогда большая Америка сразу стала маленькой. Казалось, где там тот Нью-Йорк, из Калифорнии - когда доберешься. А вдруг оказалолсь, что все мы в одной лодке. И все очень близко, и больно всем.
Hate Easy; Love Courage

Writer's Block: 9/11

I was at Gallaudet University in Washington, DC as a freshman, and as WTC was under attack, I headed back to my dorm after math class at 8:50AM, I didn't feel good because I had mild cramps so I decided to take a shower. Around 9:30AM I went ahead and used my roommate's computer and all of a sudden my brother Ben sent me an instant message on AIM out of blue and said, "Becky, turn TV on!" and I said, "Why?" "Just go and see." "Fine." 

I walked out of my dorm room to the lounge where TV was on, but before I took a chance to look at TV, I saw a HUGE unbelievable smoke from the window, and I felt chills all over my body, not know what was going on. I couldn't describe how it looked, but it was scary enough to know something's serious and bad happened, and I turned back to see news, and they said plane crashed into Pentagon. I figured that was some accident, so I left quickly, back to room, and told Ben that I saw big smoke. He asked if I'm OK. I told him yes and that I have to go to English Lab class. I still had no idea we were under attack.

I walked over to class, and looked at students look at pagers, pointed out to the smoke, and I went into the building where all gathered to look at TV. I figured that was all about Pentagon so I ingored and went to class, but later to find out class was cancelled so I headed back to dorm again and called my mom.

It took a while to finally get my mom- she was at Swarthmore college, working, and she was so worried about me. I told her I'm fine and we're all fine. I told her about the huge smoke that plane crashed, and the very first thing she said to me was that they did it on purpose.

What?

"Becky, we're under attack. The terrorists attacked the World Trade Center towers and Pentagon."

Wait. Wait. WTC???

"Yes. Both towers are all gone."

I was speechless, as my best friend who lived in Florida at that time IMed me as she just woke up and I told her to check TV now and that I'm on phone with Mom and all at Gally is fine. She was puzzled, but then she switched TV on and went freaked out.

After the call, I decided to go to cafe and find my friends there, and was told the university is cancelled, and ask if anyone want to be volunteer to help out at Kendall School and Model Secondary School for the Deaf, so I volunteered to go to MSSD to help out. While waiting for group to get ready to go, someone said another plane crashed in Pennsylvania. I was literally scared, and thought, oh god, what if it hits Philly? My family? I was hoping this nightmare will go away.

I finally saw the coverage of news when I was at girls' dorm, and I saw both towers collapsed, I freaked out. That was just crazy. My family continues to keep me informed through on track where my older sister, my nephew and my nephew's father was. My sister and nephew's father both saw second plane crashed in the tower in person, and they managed to get away. I'm glad they were all okay.

At the night time when I got back from MSSD, I found my usual gang, and discussed about what happened. I really couldn't sleep that night, but I feel better know that we all were never alone.
Where were you?

Вопрос дня: 11 сентября

Я помню. Мне было 13 лет, и в этот вечер я смотрел телевизор, какой-то фильм, или сериал. По Красноярскому времени события происходили вечером. И вдруг, фильм прервался, и включили прямую трансляцую башен-близнецов. Телевизор в другой комнате показывал другой канал, но и там включили  прямой эфир. Мне было интересно наблюдать, что один канал показывает картинку с опозданием на пару секунд, относительно другого канала. Тогда я не ощущал всей трагедии произошедшего. Но вечер мне запомнился хорошо. Сегодня это уже история...

Writer's Block: Hey Mr. DJ, keep playing this song…

What music lifts you up when you’re feeling down?

My favorite song to get up an get wild is ....   "Rack on Racks on Racks" By : Young Cris  And my second song that gets me goin or motivates me to wake up an get goin is.... "The Baddest Bitch"   By : Gorilla Zoe ....      But any hip hop or r n' b music played loud gets me pumped up !!! lol !!!


Writer's Block: 9/11

Where were you?
I was in 4th grade with my teacher Mr. Rose. I was nine if I remember correctly and we were having a science lesson. I remember some teacher or faculty member come into the class and pull Mr. Rose aside to tell him something. No one at the school told us anything. When I got home my mom had the tv on and I remember seeing all lot of smoke on the screen. I think my mom tried to explain what had happened but I didn't really understand it. It felt like a regular day to me.

Writer's Block: 9/11

that day, I was 19 high school student and I was in the school for self study.

when I came home, almost 11 or 12 midnight, my family didn't sleep until that time. it was strange thing for me and my family.

my family were watching the news of 9.11 terror(planes were flying around building until that) seriously....

but......that thing happened, soon......it was really shocking and we couldn't sleep all that night. 

although it was other country's accident, I can't forget the moment........
Where were you?

Writer's Block: 9/11 - Where were you?

Where were you?


I was in 6th? grade and getting ready for school that morning. As soon as I woke up I would put on MTV and listened/watched music videos (remember when MTV played music videos?!) while I got ready. My dad was always up early watching the news in bed. I had lost track of time and realized I was running late and had to hurry down to the bus stop. My dad starting yelling out "Jess! Jess! Turn on the tv, channel..." I figured he just wanted me to watch a funny commercial or something like he usually does and was getting annoyed. "I'm late Dad! I don't have time!"

I was rushing out of the house and went to say bye when I walked by their bedroom I just saw a look of horror on my dad's face as he was staring at the TV. My mom was sound asleep."WHAT?!" I said ..."this has to be a movie..or a joke" he said. I had no idea what he was talking about but I know I had never seen and will never forget the look on his face that day. I ran back and turned on the TV. As soon as I was gaining some understanding of what the news reporter was saying I saw the other plane hit the second tower. I watched it happen and I saw the genuine fear and confusion on the reporters face.
I don't know why but I still went to school that day. And unlike everyone else, none of my teachers watched the news, the insisted on continuing class as normal or we just sat there and were told to read a book. Everything else is kind of a blur. I know my dad cried, a lot. He was born in the bronx and New York is his home. Every visit to NY we went to the city and every time he would point out the twin towers and tell me how he was in first grade when they built them. I actually went on the roof of the second building a couple years before 9/11 and was completely fascinated by the entire experience and view.
I didn't get very emotional when everything happened on 9/11, but was more shocked and scared. Thinking of it now though, my eyes never cease to fill up with tears. Listening to the recordings, watching the videos, pictures, interviews, and everything else over the years has effected me deeply. My sister Rose was around my age now at the time living in Manhattan going to college. She could see most of it from her building. Nobody realized how much it effected her until a couple years later and I recently found out she was in therapy for a long time because of it and that she has lost a friend from college who was in the towers that day.
As much as I wrote about this, I feel as though I don't have the right to truly talk about that day as if I was personally effected. Although, I know we all were, I just think of the victims, and families, and people in New York on that day, with everything they went through, and how they were effected. My heart hurts for them. Words could never tell how much it changed their entire lives. And all of the troops who have gone away, and have had their lives taken or drastically changed as a result. All of it is too overwhelming for me to try to comprehend.

I'm tired and rambling and will end this now. Goodnight.
Labyrinth - Jareth "holding orb"

Writer's Block: 9/11

Where were you?
I was just talkin about this with a friend earlier. I was at home. I had come home from my boyfriend's (at the time) house around 7am. It was an hour drive from his place to mine. I went to sleep then I woke up to use the bathroom I am not sure what time it was. I have a radio in my bathroom that goes on when the light is turned on and instead of the usual cheerful morning show/music playing they were talking about an attack on buildings and I was not sure what the hell was going on so of course I turned on the tv. I sat there for hours watching. I kept trying to call my boyfriend who ended up sleeping all day and wondered why i was blowing up his phone all day.... I had to tell him to turn on the news. That night I went to his house and we watched the coverage all night long. It was pretty much the same every day that week. The tv was on and I was watching coverage and if I was driving to his place I had news radio on. That friday there was a memorial thing in downtown chicago and I had to be there so my friend and I went down to that.
megumi

Writer's Block: Freaky Friday

If you could become a member of the opposite sex for just one day, what would you do?


Depends which day. Like, if I become Margaret Thatcher, I'm probably gonna do something different than if I become Joan of Arc, or Amy Bannon.

Edit: Obviously I meant to type "member," but Freud here is probably right--it WOULD also depend on which "one day" this was happening on. For example: is it my last day? If so, I'm gonna try to pull a Collapse )

Writer's Block: 9/11

10 years ago, I was a little girl in primary school, ignorant of what was going on at the other side of the world. All I remember was sitting on the couch watching the television with my parents. I saw clouds of smoke and dust billowing out from two towers, painting the sky with swirls of anguish. I saw people running from the two towers, panic striken with fear written across their faces. I saw firefighters cutting through the chaos like knights in shining armour. At the age of 10, it was hard for me to process all that as something more than a series of images and videos emanating from a box. 

As I grew older, I realized the impact of the 9/11 tragedy, thanks to the many documentaries about the event on several channels at this time of the year. The fear of the victims seeped from the television screens into my veins. I tried imagining being stuck in an inferno with no escape. The only way out was to jump through the window. That mere thought crippled me. Every year, there will be an ache in my heart for the lives that were lost, and the families who continually have to deal and cope with their loss. 

It's hard to believe that 10 years have passed since the vile attack. But I guess what we can learn from the tragedy is to live life to the fullest and seize the day.



88 searchlights form the silhouette of the fallen world trade towers. May all the innocent victims rest in peace. 
  • irchek1

Вопрос дня: 11 сентября

Where were you?


Я смотрела все это по телевизору и плакала. Особенно запомнилась девушка в окне какого-то очень высокого этажа, она махала белым платком, и может быть очень надеялась, что их спасут. Как жутко. Они все были так молоды, они должны были жить. Больно. И сейчас, вспомнив 11 сентября, ощутила то же, что и тогда - боль и тяжесть в душе. Я тогда всем сердцем была с ними.
Олег Васильев, Траверз, Исеть

Вопрос дня: 11 сентября

Прехал с вузовской практики и включил ТВ - шёл прямой эфир, примерно за несколько минут до атаки на второе здание Башен-близнецов. Долго не верил в реальность происходящего, казалось, это очередная художественная реконструкция событий. Вот только ТАКИХ событий я не мог припомнить...
Сожалею обо всех погибших, сочувствую их родственникам и близким.
Зло не должно остаться безнаказнным.
secret

Вопрос дня: 11 сентября

Where were you?


Помню очень отчетливо: я была на вечерней лекции, был солнечный день и было очень лениво сидеть в аудитории и слушать ...вот единственное, чего не помню, это какой был предмет, и лектора тоже.
Новость о случившемся принес сильно опоздавший одногруппник Дима - на замечание лектора о значительном опоздании он ответил: "Вы тут сидите, ничего не знаете, а там такое." И рассказал.
Новости посмотрела только по возвращении домой.

PS: Вообще идея ответить на этот вопрос неуловимо наводит на ассоциацию с фотографированием на фоне рухнувших башен, и сразу как будто что-то здесь есть от пиара.

Вопрос дня: 11 сентября

Работал ... узнал про терракты из новостей по телеку (на работе). Реакция как ни странно была нулевая... Привычно чтоли было, что все взрывают. Серьезность ситуации понял только ближе к вечеру когда все каналы гремели цифрами погибших и вобще очень мрачными новостями. 
9-11

Writer's Block: 9/11

Where were you?


I had just come home from a rough shift at the firehouse. Up all night, with a burner of a fire that night, got my ass kicked pretty hard, and I was exhausted. I was just about walking through the door when the first tower was hit, but I wouldn't know that for several hours, because I stripped out of my uniform, didn't even bother to take a shower, collapsed into bed, and took a nap.

And I slept until my husband called me at home to tell me that "a plane just hit the WTC!" And I was thinking "small, single engine plane. whoops." But then he told me to go turn on the news, and with much grumbling and moaning, I stumbled downstairs to turn on the TV...

Pretty much just in time to see the first tower fall. And I knew.

I knew that dozens, scores, if not hundreds, of Brothers had just perished. Only later would it occur to me to realize how many civilians had died, too. Like it or leave it, I'm a firefighter first. Even now, going on a full year off of duty with an injury that is probably going to end my career, I'm still a firefighter first.

That's where I was. While hundreds of my Brothers were humping hose and tools up a hundred flights of stairs, I was tucked in my bed, all cozy and warm, sleeping off my own smoke and frustration.
South park

Writer's Block: 9/11

Where were you?


At the day I was in Bar Harbor Maine. I've been participating kind of students exchange program and in that nice little town I've been actually working as a waiter. That very day was my day off. It promised to be a great sunny rock climbing afternoon.

A friend of mine (also my room mate) woke me up, he was very exited or maybe I should say agitated, he was saying something about some plane hitting a skyscraper in New York and another one that hit Pentagon. That friend of mine was known for his love for practical jokes so I just said something like "It's a stupid and implausible joke" and tried to go back to sleep. But as he dragged me to the laptop (we didn't have TV) and pointed his finger to the screen: Russian news site was open in the browser and what I read there was even more like cruel and stupid joke. I remember something about 22 planes crashed in different US cities. If it was a fools day we'd never bothered to go somewhere to check what's on TV or radio. But it was September.

So we went out of our building, we went to a nearest diner and I still remember that gruesome heavy atmosphere, which fell upon us as we entered. There was a TV set on and all the people inside were watching it in total silence. There were no usual smiles, just amazement and horror on the faces. On the screen there were burning towers and reporter was saying something.
I don't recall any more details, just this first awful feeling of realizing that something terrible has just happened and maybe it's not over. I had this feeling only once after that, when I was going to a party in my mountaineering club and when I arrived, I found out, that a news about death of six of our friends arrived half an our ago. I hope that I will never get this feeling again.
  • 3off

9/11

Where were you?
  Воронежский день города догуливали накануне, отходили от бурной ночи. Был концерт Би-2 на Адмиралтейской площади, их волосатый гитарист спел великолепную песню, один, под акустическую гитару - "Мой рок-н-ролл", я ее тогда слышал впервые, по радио она заиграет пару месяцев спустя. Когда он ее запел, как раз загремел салют - и вся адмиралтейка, все до единого повернулись к нему спиной и смотрели на рассыпающиеся в небе гроздья красных, синих и желтых брызг из искр. Допел он ее и грустно так сказал : "Ну, надеюсь вам понравился салют..."
  Шли потом пешком на ВоГрэсовский мост, молодые и пьяные, втроем - машину ловить. Поехали на квартиру, там у сестры добродетельницы нашей парень какой то, мол "пацаны, выпить еще хотите?". Нет, говорим, не хотим, хватит на сегодня. Легли и уснули. Захотели на следующий день, ходим по городу, ищем чего бы выпить - деньги то все почти накануне были пропиты. Туда сунулись, сюда - и нет ни покоя, ни удовлетворения. С горя, на "почти все" купил себе "чёрный альбом" группы Кино зачем то - слышал же уже три тысячи пятьсот пятьдесят три раза. И банданку с Цоем - ну типа крутой нефор и все такое. Зашли в двор какой то - там знакомые, все с дичайшими кличками, и какой то выпивкой. Пьем, пьем. И вроде уже законченный образ - не хватает мне самой малости - ухо у меня не проколото. Сказано сделано - чуть чуть самогонки - и вот у меня в ухе красуется булавка. Все, панк состоялся, можно и в Москву ехать.
  Проводили меня до поезда вечернего домой, сел я в поезд, голова тяжелая, мысли грусные (питал к добродетельнице некие романтические чувства, грешен, каюсь). А еще и булавка в ухе спать мешает, зудит, чешется. Я и так голову положу, и эдак, и встану покурю, и посижу, посмотрю на развалины станционных построек. Серьгу свою модную из уха таки вытащил, так кстати больше никогда ничего в уши и не вставлял, от греха подальше. Туман из головы выходил, сон не приходил, за окном меж тем светало. Проплыла в тумане Кашира, мост через Оку, а потом и я - на перроне Павелецкого вокзала.
  Солнечный был день, по летнему теплый. В школу надо было идти, но какая там школа - я ж после пития трехдневного, мне принять ванну надо-ть, чашку кофею грохнуть, и вообще поспать. Пришел домой, часов в девять утра, сказал - "Мама, я пришел и буду спать!".
- Валяй! - сказала мама, я лег и провалился в дрему. И снилось мне как падают звезды с неба, со страшным грохотом катятся они по земле, стирая города, леса, горы, а я стою, километр в высоту и прозрачный, мне не страшно, фиолетово как то. Тут рука меня трясет.
- Вставай немедленно! Пропустишь - открываю глаза, мама меня будит.
Выхожу на кухню, еда уже на столе, телевизор включен. На экране - WTC, хорошо знакомый мне по компьютерным играм, откуда я неоднократно заложников вызволял из пробоины. Только все в дыму, все горит и пробоины - всамделешние. Live from NYC.
- Самолёты в него врезались - говорит мама.
- Да ну!
И тут повтор - действительно бац в один, потом во второй. Я аж арбузом поперхнулся. Черт, думаю, там же сейчас тысячи людей погибнут. Так и вышло - только я об этом подумал, одна из башен взяла да и сложилась. Ё маё... Через некоторое время за  ней последовала и вторая. Дальше только грусть и тоска. Все что я знал о терроризме до этого, а о нем я знал что если во время ночного патрулирования своего двора пить водку, то не так холодно, показалось мне сущей ерундой. Впрочем, жизнь меня через пару лет еще кое-чему научит. Такова жизнь. Дальнейшее 11 сентября 2001го года для меня в тумане, с небольшими включениями экстренных выпусков новостей, впрочем мораль не в этом.
  Собутыльники мои воронежские, соскучившись видимо по моему скромному собутыльничеству, приперлись зачем то толпой в 10 человек на электричках спустя несколько дней, и мне предстояло эту кодлу встретить на Арбате и распределить на ночлег. Приехал я на Арбат, к стене Цоя. А там "панки", "говнари", "неформалы" пьяные в жопу, празднуют, к прохожим пристают, поздравляться лезут. Круто, говорят, американцам ёбнули. Давно пора было! Сколько ихних мудаков замочили! А вот нехуй, этим капиталистам, выебыватся было. Кстати, 10 рублей есть на водку?
Все таки хорошо хоть иногда быть самим собой и не быть при этом кем то.

Karen/Derek fantasy

Writer's Block: Hey Mr. DJ, keep playing this song…

What music lifts you up when you’re feeling down?

My Chemical Romance. Every. Single. Time. The Black Parade always works,even the b-sides, but so do Bullets and Revenge.
Their music always puts me in a good mood. Its helped me so much. Every time I listen to them I feel better about myself or whatever situation is getting me down. Works every time. <3