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azurelunatic) wrote2001-09-11 06:59 pm
azurelunatic) wrote2001-09-11 06:59 pm
Don't Panic
...seems to be the watchword of the day.
I almost did. I was keeping a running commentary in my dead tree journal, sitting in the DeVry cafeteria glued to the television, as was at least half the school. It was standing room only. Darkside and I, having gotten to school early, had seats, in a prime location to watch the screen. I pulled out my cellphone to call Sis. I left a message on the machine. Darkside tried calling his mom, his dad. By this time, everyone and his little brother's boyfriend were calling people on their cellphones, so service started completely sucking to the point where my phone was searching for service every five seconds or so.
It got to the point where my hand was shaking so hard that I could barely write. Each time, Darkside would take the pen from my hand or push my arm down or put his hand on my shoulder until I started breathing and calmed down.
I remember when I was, what, seven years old, and I was visiting Grandma. I walked into the living room, and there was a cloud on the television, a cloud that was split into the shape of a Y, and all the grownups were trying not to cry.
I'm going to remember the image of that plane crashing through the building as long as I live. Just like the Y-cloud, just like the cloud of dust in the air as the north tower collapsed.
This is going to be one of those things that people remember all their lives, like what they were doing when they heard that Kennedy had been shot. I hope it'll be the disaster of the century. I would hate to have something worse happen.
I almost did. I was keeping a running commentary in my dead tree journal, sitting in the DeVry cafeteria glued to the television, as was at least half the school. It was standing room only. Darkside and I, having gotten to school early, had seats, in a prime location to watch the screen. I pulled out my cellphone to call Sis. I left a message on the machine. Darkside tried calling his mom, his dad. By this time, everyone and his little brother's boyfriend were calling people on their cellphones, so service started completely sucking to the point where my phone was searching for service every five seconds or so.
It got to the point where my hand was shaking so hard that I could barely write. Each time, Darkside would take the pen from my hand or push my arm down or put his hand on my shoulder until I started breathing and calmed down.
I remember when I was, what, seven years old, and I was visiting Grandma. I walked into the living room, and there was a cloud on the television, a cloud that was split into the shape of a Y, and all the grownups were trying not to cry.
I'm going to remember the image of that plane crashing through the building as long as I live. Just like the Y-cloud, just like the cloud of dust in the air as the north tower collapsed.
This is going to be one of those things that people remember all their lives, like what they were doing when they heard that Kennedy had been shot. I hope it'll be the disaster of the century. I would hate to have something worse happen.