i was sleeping and my mom burst in the room saying, "joy, wake up, we're under attack!" and i bolted up, confused. she turned on the t.v. and gave me the rundown. we stared at the news, speechless.

when i arrived on campus, the few that did show up hovered around the big t.v. in the campus center as did i.

it's still too soon, 7 years later and it's hard to find words to describe it. there are no words.

it's hard to watch the footage from this day, but it's our responsibility as a living, compassionate human being to bear witness in tragedies. it's the very least we can do.