Where was I? I was riding with the family I carpooled into Chicago with for high school during my freshman year, just like any other morning. They usually listened to CDs on the way in, so I was oblivious until I got into school. Some students in the hall said we were bombed. Others said that we were attacked and at war. All of the TVs were on in the classrooms that day. And we all watched in horror as the second plane hit and later as the towers fell - while simultaneously hearing about what was happening at the Pentagon and in Pennsylvania. It was unreal. We prayed. Later we found out one of our own recent alum had been lost - she worked in one of the towers. I felt so helpless and so small.
