As I End My Day...

I remember exactly where I was when I learned about the September 11th attacks. I was asleep in my bed in my Waco apartment, where I was attending Baylor. I heard a banging on the front door. All of my roommates were already in class, so it was just me. I think they had to bang awhile before I even woke up- typical me!

I got to the door and it was my brother. He looked distressed, but somehow my brother tends to always look a little distressed- ha just kidding. He said something terrible was happening, and I thought he was joking. He wasn't. He turned on the news, and we sat on my blue denim futon and just then the Pentagon I believe had been hit. I was in shock. I never thought something like this could ever happen to America. So, we sat there and watched the news unfold until I had to go to my painting class at 10:00am. I was surprised it wasn't canceled, but I am sure Baylor hadn't had a plan for something like this.

The radio was on in my classroom, and I had zero desire to paint. I believe I forever ruined what I was working on that day. I remember it was a painting of a dress. It turned out very dark and Gothic looking, and if you know my work at all you know that is not me.

Such a sad day in America's history. It is hard to think about, but I will never forget that day. May God bless all of those who have passed away from the attacks and their families and friends who still miss them dearly.