I awoke early to get ready for my first day of college at the University of Denver. My roommate was still asleep. The air felt strange and heavy but I thought it was just in my head and tried to ignore it while I showered. I turned on the radio when I got back to my room, to listen as I got dressed. I remember taking my vitamins. The DJ was somber and he was talking about a plane crash. He was talking alongside a broadcast from New York. Screams and cries of utter shock and disbelief erupted as the second plane struck. I woke up my roommate, shaking her gently, telling her I think you should hear this.
Classes were not cancelled.
Welcome to adulthood.