I was reading some news articles this morning about the 11th anniversary of 9/11 and its impact on Cantor Fitzgerald. [CF's CEO Howard Lutnick is a grad of Haverford College, my alma mater.] I can’t quite believe that 11 years have gone by– I can still vividly remember where I was when I first heard that the towers were coming down.
Art class, a brief announcement that some planes had hit in NY, a general query if anyone was from NY. Then, leaving, going back to my dorm, and realizing the enormity and impact of the situation. Watching the second tower fall on my tiny dorm room television. Frantic mental checks to see if I needed to worry about any family or friends.
The rest is mostly a blur. I remember the session that President Tritton held in the Athletic Center, and feeling overwhelmed and outside my own head. The strange silence on campus as traffic dwindled. The slight ping of fear that thrilled through me every time a fighter jet roared overhead. I had mostly forgotten about how my art class responded after that first day. We drew reaction pieces.
I stumbled across a site depicting the gallery show we created this morning. It’s odd how some memories fade, but others remain in sharp relief.