I Remember....

Well, this post is a few days late, but as most things that I don't like or am unsure of how to articulate, I put it off..

Anyways, last Thursday was the 7th anniversary of the 9/11 attacks on our country. I suppose this blog is just to say that amidst everything else that is going on in my life... I remember 9/11.

I remember....sleeping through Spanish class and waking up to a phone call with the news
I remember....the first sight of the awful scene
I remember....the sick feeling that I had in my stomach for days on end
I remember....getting the phone call to ask me to go through my and a neighbor's dorm to ask each girl if they were ok or needed to talk
I remember....my friend Lauren bringing me a polar bear and leaving it on my bed in the hopes that it would bring a smile to my face (it did).
I remember....the dead silence in Marshbanks cafeteria
I remember....being very very angry and confused
I remember....random strangers on campus that I didn't ever remember meeting asking me how I was doing
I remember... feeling so proud of all of the flags all over campus
I remember.... my best friend Rachael's voicemails over the course of the 2 days...and hearing the sirens in the background on her phone
I remember.... wanting to drive to NY and quickly as I could, and then wanting to drive as far away from NY as I could in the next moment
I remember...having to write an opinion paper on my thoughts about social psychology that evening, and for once in my life, finding not a single word to put down
I remember....my criminal justice professor crying and spending 2 full days of class in prayer
I remember....getting into an argument with one of my residents who told me that I was a sinner for being in support of a war over the attacks
I remember....hugging Belle Darden on the quad as we walked to CEP and trying to help her write a prayer that she was supposed to give to the students even though we both had our thoughts on our friends and family in NYC.
I remember....the email that I got to say that my uncle was covered in dust... but ok
I remember....seeing my friend Luke agonize over whether his dad at the Pentagon was ok (he was)
I remember....the phone call from my friend John - that his dad wasn't ok and wouldn't ever be
I remember....the way our country came together over a common cause
I remember....the pictures- the 3 fireman, our President and the fire chief
I remember....watching the memorial and hearing them read over 2000 names
I remember.... seeing "God Bless the USA" on a strip club sign
I remember...."America Bless God"
I remember....waiting more than 5 years to see the World Trade Center movie - and crying through it like it happened yesterday
I remember....going to the city for the 1st time and seeing the enormous pit of nothing...
I remember....making a mural in Chele's place of Ground Zero
I remember....the feeling of pride in country songs that reminded us of all that was lost on that day (Where were you when the world stopped turning? Courtesy of the Red White and Blue).
I remember....going for drives to nowhere to try to make sense of it all
I remember....the first time someone suggested that we should not make such "a big deal" about 9/11... and the intense anger that erupted in me over it
I remember....the first anniversary, and the second, and still the 7th
I remember....



Do you?