A Day Unlike Any Other

I practically did the same thing this year as I did on 9/11/01: woke up late and extremely confused. The two major differences are:
1. No terrorist attacks.
2. I woke up at 8:20 AM instead of 11:30-ish this time around.

In bad taste, perhaps. However, I actually wasn’t aware of the attacks on the World Trade Towers or the Pentagon until late in the game. (I am even willing to bet that Hawaii knew what was going on well before I did.) I was working closing shifts mostly back then, and I was also a full-time college student. Miraculously, I did not have any morning classes and I was dead tired from closing the night before. The fact that I did not have class until 6PM (silkscreening class, if you will) made for a perfect excuse to sleep in.

When I switched the TV on, the channels were showing images of a burning government building. I was under the impression that something similar to the Oklahoma Bombing had occurred. I wasn’t sure what building had been attacked, and I didn’t know about the Trade Towers yet. Changing the channels didn’t help at: no one was starting from the beginning. Not a soul would say the classic phrase, “For those of you who just joined us…”

These are the posts I had made over the course of the day in my old LiveJournal account:

Tuesday, September 11th, 2001
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12:21p
lol…I woke up so goddamn confused this morning. I went through my routine of checking email and then checking you guys’ posts here, and everyone’s talking about some bombing and WWIII and all sorts of other crazy shit. It was like waking up to some kind of sci-fi movie plot or war picture.

So I turn on the TV and check out CNN. I missed the channel number and hit QVC first, who, in their ever so touching tribute, have halted all sales of crap today. I couldn’t understand what was going on, so I switched over to ABC and saw a smoke filled building. Still no idea what was going on. I had the impression that someone bombed something, but not the full idea. I saw rebekahhh online and asked her what was going on. She filled me in.

All I can say is that it’s like some kind of freaky movie. I’m not scared, I’m not angry, I’m not even annoyed. It’s just like some kind of plot to a movie. I’d like to see what happens.

current mood: numb

12:25p
Okay…now some fear is settling in. Part of my surrogate family lives in NYC, somewhere between Chinatown and Little Italy. I don’t think it’s too close to the Trade Center, but NYC is a small place.

I’m sure they’re okay, but you can’t help but imagine the worst.

I was going to post a comment about work, but that just seems so petty now.

I wish I could pass this situation off like yesterday’s earthquake.

3:56p
Just when I thought part of my family was safe, my mom comes out and says, “I just hope Christine wasn’t in that part of town.”

I completely forgot that she does freelance work around the city.

Motherfucking A. Nothing is worse than uncertainty.

current mood: scared
11:27p
I can’t help but think of what would happen if a massive war broke out.

My grandparents lived through Manzanar. I doubt I’ll have the strength to endure the worst.

I can’t remember a time when something massive bothered me so much. I barely remember the Challenger explosion, despite the fact that I knew someone who died on there. Desert Storm had no importance to me because I was 8. The LA Riots were a bit scary, but since I live about 20 minutes from downtown I didn’t worry. The Northridge earthquake was kind of exciting. The Oklahoma bombing had me concerned, but I didn’t feel shattered.

This is fucking crazy. I want to wake up tomorrow and find out that this was just a plot for a movie.

I wish Alan were here. We could talk about silly things like records vs. mp3’s and not worry.

It’s not so much a question of “why?” anymore. It’s more like “what now?”

current mood: morose

(My, I had a rich and colorful vocabulary back then!)

I can remember that as soon as the entire situation had sunk in, I made toast and heavily buttered it. I figured that we would shortly begin rationing foodstuffs; who knew when I’d be able to eat butter again? Also, I worried that the internment camps would become a reality (Bush was in power, after all).

The sky was devoid of any aircraft. No one was out in the streets. I called the campus to see if they were still having classes; a recorded voice said yes but once I got to class, a note on the door said “no dice” in academic terms.

And that was my September 11th in 2001.

Today’s September 11th just consisted of me waking up for my first alarm, sleeping through my second, waking up 20 minutes after I should have been in the office, and being extremely confused and groggy whilst answering the phone and emails. No big deal.

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