I was in my first year at college (university), and I didn't have classes on Tuesday so I slept in until around 11, 11:30. I woke up in my girlfriend's room, and walked down to mine to get a change of clothes and I remember hearing my neighbor screaming, "what the fuck is going on, man?". I just shrugged my shoulders and left my dorm. I made it down to the Student Union where I ran into my girlfriend who was telling me that the pentagon was gone, that the world trade center was gone. I thought to myself, "Gone? Uhh..what...how.,,eh?" Typical "does not compute" inner dialogue. We went to a group of people that were watching the news on a big screen television and that's when I saw my first images of the destruction. We held each other's hands while silently watching TV.

The worse thing I remember were all the people jumping to their deaths, and how they'd loop that footage over and over.