I woke up to photos of the burning twin towers splashed on the cover of the free smallsheets delivered to my home. In my hurried state to get to school, I thought another Hollywood blockbuster was coming to town, and wondered how in the world could I have not known about this blockbuster.
On the train, I look a closer look at the news article and the horror sank in: two planes had flown into the twin towers, and many people had jumped out of the buildings. My first thought was: how on earth could the pilots had missed the two buildings, themselves subject of a very funny jeans advertisement that I never tire of?
In school, many other students had bought broadsheets and were sharing them around freely. The only thing everyone was talking about was the 911 attack. No one paid any attention to the teaching staff, some who had quite given up trying to focus our attention on their slides. Those who taught mechanics and materials had it easier, as curiculum was temporarily abandoned in discussion on material properties and structural issues that had resulted in seemingly strong skyscrapers crumbling to the ground in a heap of ashes.
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