Thursday, September 11

September 11th. We had a brief discussion on the tragedy that took place some years ago on September 11th. Midway through the discussion, the professor says, “wait, how well do you all remember the collapsing of the towers? You all were what—13 when it happened?” Prior to the verbal fart that squeezed from my mouth immediately following that question, I had not uttered (“utter”: hee hee) a single word in this class. Well, I certainly made my presence felt (and age known). I subconsciously blurted “Ta! 13? Recognizing I had completely disrupted the piercing silence, I slowly raised my head and looked around to find everyone pensively nodding in agreement. They really were 13 at the time! I broke a slight sweat, lowered my head again and also began nodding in an effort to blend in and somehow erase what I had just done.