I was walking out of Psychology class, and there was a small crowd around a TV in the student union. I walked to the coffee shop around the corner and watched as the second plane hit. Classes were canceled. I sat and watched for a while. I took a walk. At the time, I had no friends or family in NYC, nor had I ever been there.
I still cried. I still walked in a fog. I still called my family to see if they were ok.