I was in my Education class, which went from 8 AM till 9:30 AM. We didn’t hear anything. I walked back to my dorm, and remember hearing somebody’s radio, an announcer saying something about the WTC, but it didn’t really register. I clicked on my television, hoping to find some reruns, and instead saw the towers both aflame. I remember thinking I could almost see through one of them, the hole was that deep. I immediately called my mom, who works in a religious elementary school. They were evacuating. I spent the rest of the day on SDMB, MetaFilter, and email, wondering and praying about the 200 guys in my chorus that live in NYC, some of them worked in the Towers. It took almost three days before I knew everyone was physically safe.
September 10th, riding back from NYC on the Path, I remember looking at the beautiful skyline. At least I think I do.