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I was in my frist semester of University. I was majoring in Political Science. That Tuesday, I only had a class at 12:30. My tv was programmed to wake me up with the channel set to cnn at 9:00. So the first thing that is being shown as I wake up is what appears to be just a regular plain crash into a building, then as I am trying to get caught up with the happenings 3 minutes later a second plane hits. At first you think it was a replay, but it wasn't. One of the reporters says that there must be a some sort of Auto-pilot beacon malfunctionning and sending planes into the towers, as if the pilots would just blindly sit back and let that happen.

Anyways, the class I had to attend was about religion and politics. Boy, did the curriculum to that and every other of my Political science classes change.

Did my life change after 9/11? Not physically, no. In fact it had no direct effects on me except for the incovenience of added security and hightened paranoia towards our fellow men. When the paranoia wore off, what was left was an openness to the world and a fraternity with all living things somehow that did not exist before.