I got the wrong T-day. I remember everything about first finding out about it, but I can’t remember much afterwards. All I could remember was that there was at least one more day of school afterwards.
I had a view pretty much straight down Sixth Ave from my dorm window, so I could see everything really clearly. When the towers collapsed the lights flicked and the building shook. I was far enough north that the cloud from the collapse didn’t make it to where I was, luckily the winds kept most of it south of the island. There still was general dust and grime around though, from just being in the air.
I’ll never forget it as I had flown back from England to see Fierra the prior day, having stretched my trip to Monday.
Yargh, hit Post too soon.
I remember that I was just out of the shower that morning when my Ex phoned me, which in itself was highly unusual. She said “OMG you need to turn on the TV, a plane hit the World Trade Center!” So I went downstairs and sat there on the downstairs den floor watching the TV, thinking “holy shit, what a tragedy.”
Then I saw, live, the second plane crash into the second tower.
At that point something happened to me, like suddenly I felt like the entire Universe had just taken a step to the left. And I actually thought in my head, “that…didn’t happen. I’m not seeing this. This isn’t possible. Oh my God!” and then I felt this creeping sense of fear, dread, I don’t know what that turned my knees to water and I was very glad I was already sitting on the floor, because I might have fallen otherwise.
I phoned Fierra at her job in England and told her what had happened, and was talking like “holyshittwoairplanesjust flewintotheWorldTradeCenter OMGwhatthefuckishappening!?!?!” No one in her office was aware of this at the time, and she told everyone and suddenly as all the web browsers and streamed TVs opened up, she said it got very, very quiet.
By lunch time I knew that suddenly one of those major events in civilization had just occurred and I had seen it real-time. It was profound and terrifying.
I did not go into work that day, and stayed home glued to the TV and the SDMB. I was told that work was pretty much business as usual, except for more gossip in the halls. My supervisor was pissed at me for staying home, yet took a half day the next day to “pray.”
I fully remember it was a Tuesday and will likely do so for the rest of my life. I was at work when it happened and heard about the first crash and thought some pilot of a small plane did something stupid. Then I heard about the 2nd plane and started checking the Internet thinking the media got it wrong. Then I and my co-workers headed into the boss’ office to watch the news on TV. It was a scary time
I was that the city hall paying my taxes when I heard this happen and rushed home to see the news , the woman in the tax office told me.
I guessed right, but the only thing I was sure of was that it was a weekday.
In the elevators on the way up to the floor I worked on, the news was showing on the mini-TV. I remember wondering if it was the same guys who did the previous WTC bombing and then I thought “somebody’s going to get bombed back into the stone age…”.
I knew it was about midweek but was thinking Wednesday.
have not looked here at all, but believe was a Tuesday.
Yes, but only because my picture was in a weekly newspaper that day. It was weird seeing the date above my face.
That was precisely my response to the OP.
Tuesday.
Yes, I knew the correct day.
Tuesday
I knew it was in beginning of the work week; I remember coming into work shortly after a weekend and wondering what the hell was going on before someone clued me in, and I turned on the television in my office. So a Monday or Tuesday. I guessed Monday – wrong. I have a vivid memory of having just started to watch the live broadcast minutes before the first tower collapsed, and listening to the on-air commenters seemingly slowly to come to the realization of what I’d just seen on their own broadcast. It seemed weird to know what know to what had just happened before even the announcers seemed to.
Having seen the replays of the various networks, it was amazing to me how long it took some of these guys. They kept saying that a part of the building seems to have fallen away. One of the anchors had to be told about three times that the whole building collapsed before it sunk in.
I knew this too, but only because of a visit from the parents.
My sister lives in NYC, was attending NYCOM, thankfully not near the crash sites. My parents flew in here to Los Angeles Friday and I was off from work Friday & Monday. I went out after we ate dinner that night. Next day I was really hung over and running late when driving to work I saw plenty of cars pulled over, the news blaring about it on the radio, hardly any other traffic and I’m thinking WTF??
Got to work, my co-workers were in the basement watching the news and soon the office was closed.
My NYC sister contacted my other sister in Baltimore via message, so we knew NYC sis was fine, but we didn’t get a chance to talk to her until around 9:30 PM that day.