On the tenth anniversary of the September 11 tragedy, two members of the Xi Xi Chapter share their memories of a day that changed America forever.
September 11 was my fourth day of high school. I remember I was sitting in a history class, studying a world map, when our principal came over the PA system and told us that a plane had flown into the World Trade Center.
I assumed that it must have been a small private plane that had lost control of its flight path, but soon I found out that two full-sized planes had deliberately crashed into the two towers. I spent the rest of the school day distracted, making a mental list of all the adults I knew who worked in New York City and where their offices were located. I thought I had everyone I knew accounted for, until my mom came and picked me up from school.
“I guess you heard the news?” she asked. I nodded. “Well, Francisco and Eamon’s dad was on the 92nd floor.”
I felt sick – I had forgotten about Mr. Stewart, probably because he had recently gotten divorced and left New Jersey to live in Manhattan. His two sons lived around the corner from me, and his ex-wife was good friends with my mom. He had visited our house a few times while still married, but as the divorce proceeded I saw him less and less.
Francisco and Eamon were already struggling to deal with the fallout from their parents’ divorce, and I couldn’t imagine the pain they were now feeling.
Contributed by Soror Miriam Musco
I remember that I was in the 9th grade at the time, and it was one of the first days of the year. I was in my Honors Biology class and all of a sudden my teacher told us to quiet down and turned on the television.
We were all sitting around watching, and this one boy named Matt, who I had known since we were in elementary school, started to freak out. He went up to the teacher and then a few minutes later there was an announcement for anyone whose parents worked in New York City to come to the library. Those of us who had parents working there filed out and calls were made.
Luckily that week my dad was away on a business trip, but Matt’s dad was at the World Trade Center. He didn’t make it home, ever.
Our entire class went to the funeral. It was the first one I went to as a kid and I don’t remember much of it, just bits of the service: singing the mourners kiddush, looking around at everyone, feeling uncomfortable, wondering what could have happened if my dad had been in the city that day.
Some of my dad’s coworkers were in the towers too and didn’t make it out and he was devastated – he knew their families. For me, the entire experience was very surreal.
Contributed by Dara Monasch
Honoring the victims and heroes of September 11 has become an important national tradition of Theta Nu Xi. In this, the tenth year anniversary of the tragedy, Theta Nu Xi launched a 72-hour donation drive to raise funds for the National September 11 Memorial and Museum, which opens to the public on September 12, 2011.
Theta Nu Xi will be sponsoring a cobblestone on the Memorial Glade, a special clearing at the Memorial designated for gatherings and ceremonies.
Members of Theta Nu Xi have great hope that we will see a future that embraces peace, understanding and equality.