that day i was sitting in class when some kid runs in and say the pentagon was bombed. Then he says theres only one twin tower standing. The class and prof look at him like he has 3 heads and then we go outside and hear/see the disaster. It felt surreal we couldnt believe it. since then every day that I went into the city on the SI ferry I stare at a gap where the towers once gracefully stood, and thats a good reminder as any of what transpired that day and the kind of hatred that exists in people