Reply #15: At this time, getting to sleep after a few Meister Braus & joints...

[HarukaTheTrophyWife]

I'm crossposting what transpired once I woke up from another thread in GD...

I had overslept that morning, so I hopped on my bike and frantically pedaled over to the scene shop (my workstudy job was set construction). I went over to the technical director and started to apologize when one of the MFA students walked in and said, "A second plane just hit. We set up TVs on the stage." The TD looked at me and said, "shop just closed." Then, he yelled out over the blare of the powertools & stereo, "We're being attacked. They're watching it in the theatre. I'm shutting down the shop for the day."

I went into the theatre and sat down glued to the three small TVs they had set up. There were probably about two dozen theatre students and professors already in there watching. Most of them were crying, but I was just frozen. I didn't know what to feel. I was thinking of my ex-boyfriend's mom who worked in the WTC, and had survived the 1st attack. Later, I found out she didn't survive this one. When the first tower collapsed, I remember saying, "Fuck, we're going to war. He's (Bush) going to send us to fucking war." One of my design professors was sitting behind me and she put her hands on my shoulders. I just stood up and walked out.

I rode my bike back to my dorm, which was a quad of four houses actually with a gazebo in the middle. It was really eerie. It was an absolutely beautiful day and pretty much everyone had their windows open. Everyone also had the news on. So even outside, you couldn't escape it. A few of my friends were sitting in the gazebo, crying and smoking joints. Eventually, we decided that we couldn't hear anymore of the news, so we set out to one of the fields.

We spent the day laying in the grass smoking weed. I was just laying there with my head on my friend's stomach, when a couple of fighter jets flew kind of low overhead...and that's when I cried for the first time that day. It was bizarre seeing no commercial jets, just military aircraft flying around.

I ended up losing two people I knew that day. My ex-boyfriend's mom and the father of a guy I had worked with (and a member of our church). He was a Port Authority cop who didn't make it back out before the collapse.

I also wrote a poem that day about the whole thing. If I find it, I'll post it later.

For the first ten years of my life, I lived in a shitty neighborhood but I had a beautiful view of the NYC skyline from my street. I still find it surreal looking at the skyline without the twin towers there.