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9/11: 12 Years Gone

Note: this piece will meander between personal narrative and editorializing. Pardon the erratic format. September 11, 2001 was supposed to be just another ordinary day for me. I would get up, get showered and dressed, go to class, go to work, then come home and go to bed. I was a sophomore in college at the time. I lived with my mother, stepfather, and my younger sister and brother, in rural Indiana.