On the morning of Sept. 11, 2001, I was out of my rhythm. I was a student at a new college and needed to get my parking pass. I went to campus early and found that filling out the paperwork took me less time than I expected.
With an hour left between receiving my parking sticker and my first class, I wandered over to a club room to pass some time. As I approached, I heard a TV on—a strange sound in that normally-quiet hallway. It sounded like a fake news broadcast in a move.
I ducked my head in to find two of my clubmates sitting on the couch and watching the rarely-used TV. I saw the smoke and the towers and asked them what movie they were watching.
They told me it was real.
I spent the rest of the day glued to one television set or another watching the footage over and over again in disbelief. It slowly became real, and it took weeks for life to return to normal. But it wasn't the same normal I knew before.
What do you remember from that day?