I know that the U of M community has many students, alumni, and friends from the NY area. I wanted to take a moment for any MGoBloggers who may have lost a parent, child, or sibling on that horrible day. Prayers and peace to you.
OT: 9/11 Memorial
... a terrible day in our nation's history. I know I will never forget every detail of that day.
The vigil we had on campus that night was one of the most moving experiences I've ever been a part of. The diag was stuffed as far as the eye can see, something like 15,000 people, they said it was the largest non-sports gathering on campus that had ever happened, bigger than even the hash bashes or anything else. That day on campus is one of the clearest memories I have of my college career.
Two of my roommates that year were from New York and the day was very rough on them as they were trying to get in touch with their families. One of my early rising roomies (8 of us in a 6 bedroom apt) woke us all up when the TV cut away from Sportscenter to live coverage after the first plane hit, so we all saw the 2nd plane hit on live TV.
My thoughts and prayers go out to all members of the Michigan family that were impacted on that fateful day or lost someone close to them.
Just curious, were classes cancelled that day?
I walked like a Zombie to a class after the planes had hit (but before the towers had collapsed) seeing people with happy faces and thinking to myself "You don't know what just occured, or how fucked up things are going to get in the world from here on out..." They are my last memories of the world or life before 9/11, because most of the people that I saw had no idea that it had happened..
I still don't know why I went to class, I guess I was just on autopilot / in disbelief as to what had just occured.
They didn't cancel classes until noon or so, possibly 1. I had Spanish at 10 AM, which I was late for, because I couldn't pull myself away from the TV. I saw the first tower collapse inside a convenience store (can't remember the name of it now, on East U next to lucky kitchen) because they had the TV on and I stopped in for smokes.
I got to Spanish way late, and the teacher was berating me in Spanish, and I was trying to plead with her to turn on the TV but she wouldn't. No one in the class had any clue what was going on, as they all had been in class the whole morning, while this was my first class of the day.
About 15 minutes after my arrival, a girl came in with tears streaming down her face. She was from NYC and couldn't get in touch with her dad who worked at WTC and she was freaking out, but thought she needed to be in class so she wouldn't get in trouble for ditching. Again, the teacher was deaf to our pleas to turn on the TV, because she wouldnt allow us to speak it in English and we couldnt convey in Spanish just what happened.
As soon as class was over at 11 I jumped up and flipped on the TV in the classroom. By that time the 2nd tower had collapsed. The teacher, upon seeing this, apologized profusely to us for not turning on the TV.
It turns out that the girl's dad was okay, he was one of the lucky ones that got out.
I went to my next class at 1130 as they hadn't been cancelled yet, but by then everyone knew what was going on. I couldn't focus as I was in a state of shock, so I left class after about 15 minutes and went home. Then the campus email kicked in saying all remaining classes were cancelled that day and there would be a vigil that night on the Diag.
I'd have been "listen you stupid bitch, turn on the TV, thousands of people are dying right now, and they speak all sorts of languages!"
And promptly dropped the class the next day, complaining to the Dean.
I was a student at the time as well, and also went to the vigil. It was incredibly moving.
I remember that day extremely well. I actually slept in that morning because it was a Tuesday and I didn't have any classes before noon. I was about to go to class when I got a call saying it was cancelled, but without explaining why. I remember looking outside, seeing that it was a perfectly sunny day, and wondering what could possibly have happened. Then I turned on the TV: "Terrorists destroy WTC, hit Pentagon."
I had been a little upset over the Washington game a few days earlier (where we lost on the blocked FG that was returned for a TD), but then I saw that footage on TV and realized, "Football really isn't that important."
I had just graduated college that year and I was preparing for U. S. Army flight school to start in January 2002. I was still in Michigan at the time working and waiting for my active duty orders. I remember going to work that day at a restaurant and I could count the number of people who came in on my hands.
9 years old yet I remember everything from the school day to how my house was set up at the time of the attacks so vividly. Never forget and condolences to all who lost a loved one directly or indirectly from 9/11
Yeah, I'd say 9/11 was our generation's equivalent to the JFK assassination. Where our parents could all say exactly where they were/what they were doing when they heard that news, I can remember almost everything about 9/11. We had a repairman over that day to look at our washer/dryer. I couldn't tell you any other time we had someone over for that sort of thing.
In the early morning hours, there are always planes lined up to land. As chilling as the events of 9-11 were, I will never forget standing in the parking lot at dawn on 9-12 and not seeing anything in the air except a solitary F-16.
I recall a fighter plane flying over Ann Arbor that afternoon, I think it was an F-16 but it streaked by pretty quick, made those on the diag a little jumpy because it was low and loud.
Yes, there was a small aircraft that had taken off. I am not sure how or why the pilot didn't know about the flight ban, but they scrambled two fighters immediately and they were buzzing around the guy right over my house (SW part of Ann Arbor). I still have the incredulous email my husband (who was at home to see it) sent me about it.
I just remember everyone kind of freaked out about the fighter jet (I only remember seeing one at a time, so I had assumed that it was one jet, not two different jets) because it was definitely flying in attack mode and not just cruising along. A few people on the diag screamed. Everyone that day was so jumpy, no one knew what was going on or who was behind it or who we were now at war with or anything at all, and for all we knew there was another hijacked plane inbound to campus. Thanks for sharing what happened, now I don't have to wonder for all eternity what that was all about.
I was at SU and fell asleep with the TV on ESPN and woke up and it was coverage of the WTC on fire. About 5 minutes later the second plane hit.
I pulled up some videos on Youtube of the coverage. It's 11 years ago now, but it still seems fresh in my memory.
..ands really has no business on Mgoblog.
Open ass, remove head.
Nothing political about remembering/honoring those who loved and lost on one of the saddeest days in our nation's history.
What a tool!
Neg this man!
Seriously man, it is one of the most horrific things to happen, on the 11 year anniversary date, in US History...
Only if one is a flaming lunatic.
You're out of your fucking mind..Get a clue..
You're a douchebag. Not one comment on this thread, aside from yours, contains any content of a political nature; so either your reading comprehension sucks, you didn't bother to read any of the comments at all, or you're just trying to start shit.
My apologies to the mods for the crass language. I'm not one to usually hurl the ad hominems, but this one pissed me off.
How is this a political thread? I have read every post so far, and fail to see which of them was political. Either demonstrate and support your assertion, or I would ask the moderators to quarantine you in Boliva for your lack of good judgement.
If anything, 9/11 pulled the USA together like little before or after. We were unified, in understanding and appreciating the freedoms we have in our country.
This evening, I was part of a memorial remembrance in the community where I serve, and was honored. I'm am sure that everyone who took part was also appreciative of the opportunity to honor the firemen, policemen, and first responders who gave their lives in this tragedy. Every American I know, whether Democrat or Republican or Libertarian, man or woman or child, Christian or Muslim or Atheist, young or old, black or asian or white, rich or poor or in the middle, stands against indiscriminate terrorism. I will grant that there are undoubtedly Americans who are in support of terrorism. I'm not sure how I feel about that.
Regardless, I am very thankful for the freedom we have in this country to believe as we wish, say what we want, go to school wherever we can get in, where we have many opportunities denied elsewhere.
I was in 7th grade. Band class at like 9:00. We went into lockdown, and the principal came on the pa and explained what had happened. In computers I watched coverage, then the rest of the day we watched it on tv or listened to it via the radio.
Never again, never forget. God Bless the people who have fought for our freedom and those who gave their lives trying to save the others.
I had actually just arrived at work that morning around the time that the first plane struck, and I still remember seeing no one at their desk, making my way up and down aisles of cubicles thinking I had missed something. I found everyone huddled in a conference room, just in time for the second plane. The whole office watched the television in silent horror with the odd muffled conversation for much of the day. It was nearly impossible to work that day.
Almost as strange was the next afternoon - I was sitting out in our courtyard area and a small Cessna actually was flying over Ann Arbor. That isn't so odd typically except for the F-16s that came from Selfridge to intercept it right over us and lead to Ann Arbor Municipal, where it set down without incident. For 15-30 minutes, that was a surreal scene over south campus (where much of it took place).
I was in 9th grade, we were just getting ready for symphonic band. The principal went over the loudspeaker and told us what happened. We sat in silence. The other band conductor came out into the aud and basically said "everything is going to change". He brought up what JFK's assination was like for him as a child. And he talked about how we would never forgot what we were doing or where we were. I remember at lunch time, I sat with a girl who was frantic because she knew people that worked in the WTCs. And all I could tell her was "Don't worry, it's going to be ok." Even though I knew I could have been lying.
Your Canadian neighbors stand fast with heavy hearts.
I was in 7th grade. For some reason my middle school decided that the students were not to be told or shown anything. The rumors flying around school that day were outrageous. I remember us pestering our teachers to turn on the tv without success. I don't think any of the teachers got 5 minutes of material in that day without us arguing with them that something historical was going on and we needed to see it. I didn't find out as to what really happend until 3:30 PM after I got off the bus. I'm still upset about how the school handled it.
I was a senior at Xavier High School in NYC. It was a Tuesday, and I was in double period lab Physics. We knew nothing of what was going on. I want to say just after 9. the headmaster of our school reported that there’d been a plane crash into one of the towers in the WTC. A few minutes later, the headmaster again came over the intercom and reported the other tower had also been crashed into. He then asked all students who have parents or family that work in or around the WTC to please report to the gymnasium. I looked around as maybe 5 or so kids got up and reluctantly left the classroom. It was one of the most chilling experiences of my life.
After the Pentagon was hit, we realized we were under attack, and no student was allowed to leave until further notice. Later on again, the headmaster made another announcement that one building had collapsed. He instructed anyone who’s parent or relative was a firefighter, police officer, or EMT, to please report to the gymnasium. Again, more kids left the classroom.
Each of my teachers that day refused to show us anything on TV. But they would tell us what they knew. I kind of respect that in retrospect, because it was horrific, and this was unprecedented. Also, we were pretty much 2 miles north of the buildings (16th and 6th).
I finally got out of school around 3:30 or 4pm. The city was completely shut down. I lived in downtown Manhattan, and had to walk in that direction to go home. It was the most surreal experience of my life, walking down empty streets. When there were people on the streets, they were silent. You couldn't see anything around the WTC, it was too cloudy. I still thought there was part of tower 1 still up. When I got home, that's when I finally saw footage of what had happened.
I'm sure we all remember what we were doing on that day.. Horrible, I couldn't believe what I was seeing, very sad..It's also my sisters birthday, so kinda shitty day to celebrate..
It was her 30th that day, so she was already in a bad mood probably for hitting that milestone, and now she has to share her Bday with that day for all time.
It's my mom's birthday too! Ya sucky day indeed.
Still gives me the chills and pride for what they did on that plane.
Preparing for a company wide meeting when it came up on the net, and we tuned in a tv and watched the slow early net feeds. So not that remarkable.
But my related to Michigan annual story is that year at the MSU game, Clockgate, at one point in the game, sitting in the upper deck, a plane started flying directly towards the stadium, really low, and didn't veer off till it was the closest I've ever seen a major airline plane fly near a stadium. Seemed almost eye level in that high upper deck. Needless to say there were a lot of nervous people in the Stadium at that time. Not sure if we ever got an explanation for that, even though it was mentioned in the papers the next day (though it was a little buried by other "events" at the game that day).
I had flown into NYC on the red eye from SF that morning and my travel department wasn't sure which flight I was on...that was an awkward call, after bitching about waking me up with only 2 hours sleep, they told me to turn on the TV.
I understood right away...tried to reach my friends who worked at Cantor and didn't get through. Then the towers collapsed and so did I.
Miss you Laurence and Marc! Always remembered...never forgotten.
I was walking down the hall on my way to AP Physics when someone came running down the hall screaming about what happened. Spent the next 4 hours of classes just watching tv coverage. I don't think there is another day where I can remember every minute of what I did or saw.
Aon Corporation, used to have offices on the 98th to 105th floors of the South tower. When the North tower was struck, they began evacuating the 1100 employees from their tower. 176 did not make it out before the South tower was struck. One of them was one of our VPs, and he was on the phone with 911 at the time of the South tower collapse, and the recording of this call that ends with the building collapse was one of the pieces of evidence used in the trial of Zacarias Moussaoui.
One of my college classmates was also a VP at Aon and died that day. She was one of the people in the skylobby waiting for elevators, a part of the building that sustained significant & immediate damage when the second plane hit. There were a handful of survivors/coworkers right there and they could later confirm for her family that she died immediately. In a very hard-to-articulate way that was a blessing for her friends and family, to not be checking hospitals or posting flyers in the days afterwards, to not always imagine the worst of what she may have gone through. They were spared that.
on your loss of your friend.
Also my condolences to all that lost friends and family in NYC, DC, & PA.
I visited NYC for my birthday on September 9th,2001. I was in 1st grade at the time and the only vivid memories i have of visiting are looking up at those towering buildings. Two days later i walk home from my first day of school to find my parents watching the replays of the collapse and just being in utter shock that those same buildings that had grabbed my attention were crashing to the ground on television. I thank god that i was not exposed to that horrific tragedy. God bless every family affected by the attacks.
The weather today is just like it was on that day . . . totally clear and sunny. I can't believe that was 11 years ago already. My thoughts and prayers go out to all who lost someone dear to them.
Anybody at the Western game two weeks later?
The most emotional moment I remember outside of the actual day was the silence in Michigan Stadium. The pain and sorrow was tangible but so was the resolve...
too bad that was the last time we, the people, were angelic; afterward we had wars to fight and destiny to manifest...
I was on my way out the door for work when I saw on the TV that a plane had crashed into the WTC. It reminded me of newspaper clippings I had seen about an Army Air Force plane that had crashed into the Empire State Building during WW II. It was a strange thing for a plane to hit a skyscraper, but apparently not unprecedented.
I stayed to watch the evolving story on TV. After a time I saw the image of a large aircraft out of the corner of my eye on TV heading toward the WTC. I thought to myself "That's a good idea, a tanker plane like they use for forest fires to try to put out the fire". When it hit the other tower of the WTC, I realized it was no tanker. We were under attack.
My wife worked on Capitol Hill in DC. I called her and told her to leave immediately, the USA was under attack and she was at a prime target. As I was talking to her, there were reports of an explosion in DC which people at the time thought was at the State Department. All her normal routes home were blocked. I stayed with her on her cell and got out a street map and navigated her through the back streets of DC until she worked her way home. It took hours.
Two days later we visited the site of the Pentagon attack, and a month later we visited Ground Zero. In both cases what I remember most was the smell. I used to make coffee by boiling water in a metal pot on the stove. One time I left it on the stove too long and all the water boiled away and the metal pot started to melt. That was the smell.