September 11th, 2001

My roommate came into the dorm room and woke me up. Girls were lining the hallways, hugging and crying. We went into the RA's room to watch the TV shortly after the second plane crashed into the towers. Shock enveloped all of us. Some made phone calls home, needing reassurance from mothers. How could this happen?

I walked past the Victorian-style sitting room, looking through the lace curtains towards the baby grand piano where it was singing--singing from deep within its throat "Moonlight Sonata". I knew it was mourning with all of us. That song will forever remind me of that day.