A day late and a dollar short? Perhaps, but here's my account.
I didn't know the tragedy that was 9/11/01 until approximately 11:30am that morning, it was the beginning of my senior year at University of Dayton.
I had been awake for about a half an hour watching a cheesy Lifetime movie, which I had fallen asleep to oh so drunkenly during the wee hours of 9/11/01 the night before - that morning I was simply too lazy to get out of bed and change the channel. I had been out celebrating the 21st birthday of my friend Foxx the day before, and had the night before, decided that I was skipping all of my classes the next day.
It wasn't until the house phone land line rang and rang that I finally got out of bed, my whole house still sleeping, to answer the phone and hear the father of one of my roommates talking to me about the tragedy.
What tragedy I asked?
He told me to turn on the TV.
The second I changed the channel I ran down the stairs of my house (I lived in the attic), waking all of my roommates up.
To this day, I'm still embarrassed by the fact that the bubble that was college, delayed what was going on in the world. Cellphones were around, but not attached to our hip like they are now. The internet was around, but there wasn't wifi and social media for updates.
We were essentially kids who were wrapped up in partying (and bullshit) and while I know that it's not my fault we were sleeping, I can't help but feel guilty about it.
As if we could have actually done something to stop it all.
But sadly, it is what it is, as it always will be.
We can only learn from our experiences, cherish our loved ones, take nothing for granted and never, ever, forget.