I still remember being a freshman in college, in Lancaster, Pa. Waking up in my dorm room and finding an IM from my sister to turn on the news immediately. I turned the news on, and opened my door to find my neighbors gathered around their TVs watching in silence. Classes had not yet been canceled, even as the second plane hit. My roommate had just come back from class and we had an 11am history class together. We watched the news together, called our families, and talked with our neighbors. I remember asking my mom if I should come home, worried that it wasn't safe where I was. After all I'd only been away from home for a few weeks at the time. My mom reassured me that everything would be fine, and that I should stay put. My roommate and I decided to make our way to class, not knowing what else to do. Our professor (one of my very favorites) told us that in lieu of class we were going to watch the news together and talk about what was happening, because as he put it, what was happening now was more a part of our own history then anything he could teach us that day. Every year on this day I think of those who lost their lives from these vicious attacks, those emergency responders who risked everything for others, and the way our country united in the face of such tragedy. My heart goes out to those who lost a loved one on this day 11 years ago. Never forget.