Every generation seems to have at least one major event that makes people ask where you were when it happened. For my generation, of course, that event was September 11, 2001.
I was in my freshman year at Penn State, which had started less than a month earlier. My first class that day didn’t start until around 11:00 AM, so I was sleeping in. My roommate, Becky, got up and went into the communal dorm bathroom to start her day. I hazily registered this, and went back to dozing. After her shower, she returned to the dorm room, which again woke me slightly. Though I was halfway between sleeping and waking, I could sense her standing in the middle of the room looking at me, hovering uncertainly over the bed, unsure if she should wake me. I popped one eye open, and she said, “Ummm, do you mind if I turn the TV on? Amber just came into the bathroom and said that they’ve bombed the World Trade Center.” My first thought was, “Okay, so I must obviously still be asleep, since there is no way she just said that.” However, as I propped myself up on my elbows, and Becky turned on the TV to show the Breaking News reports, I knew this was no dream.
The rest of my family was back in Texas, and at that moment I felt very far away from all of them. I called my mother, who was at work as a delivery driver, and we were sharing the updates that we had heard from each end. I remember watching the TV when I saw the ticker across the bottom of the screen announce another plane had crashed in Somerset, PA, which I relayed to my mother. (It’s amazing to think that at the time, they thought this was of such little news that it was announced via ticker scroll and not by the anchor). My mother and I were a bit alarmed, since I was in Pennsylvania at the time, and we had yet to learn the geography. Luckily, my roommate was from Pennsylvania, and she was able to tell me that it was about three hours away from us and not anywhere close.
My two classes that day still went on as scheduled. It was such an eerie feeling on campus. The walks to and from class were in near silence, and I remember seeing a huge crowd of students huddled around the massive television inside the HUB (the student union center), watching for updates. When I got to my first class, one of the students was beside herself with worry, because her mother was a flight attendant and she had not yet heard from her. Luckily, she turned out to be fine, just stuck for a few days in England before being able to come back home. I remember praying that it was the work of a homegrown terrorist, like the Oklahoma City bombing, and not a foreign terrorist. Trials are much easier to handle than wars.
I can only hope that September 11, 2001 will be the last “Where Were You When” moment, but I am not that naive. Disasters will always strike, tragedies will always take place. But I know, after witnessing the unified front that day on campus and from around the world in the following weeks, that whatever happens in the future, we will make it together. We, as citizens of the United States of America, as citizens of Earth, will always make it together.