September 11, 2001 I was just starting my freshman year of college. My first time away from home. I felt like any shred of security I was hanging onto was ripped away.

I went to my cheesy freshman orientation class and Zach told us that someone was attacking the US. We didn't believe him. It sounded too strange.

Rowe (the prof) comes in minutes minutes later. I can still hear her words. "Our nation is under attack." The rest of class we were allowed to go to the Cardinal's nest and watch the news.

I went back to my dorm room and immediately called my Grandpa. I wanted to be home in security so much!

There was fear that Ann Arbor might become a target. You watched the sky, half expecting planes to fall out of the air.

The worries over my cousin Jeniffer, who lived just across the water from the towers. She watched the whole thing unfold. Was she okay? Physically? Mentally?

I only wish I COULDN'T remember that horrible day.