Remembering 9/11

On September 11, 2001, when the terrible events happen, I was in my hometown in New Brunswick. And today, 10 years later for the 10 year anniversary of 9/11, I am where I was on date of September 11, 2001. In the same town, same province and about the same place. And this is very special because 10 years ago, I never taught I would be able to find work in my hometown, but it actually happen.

In the morning of September 11, 2001, I was actually at the library when I first hear of what was going on in New York. I was about to travel overseas to complete a degree (in French of course) on that year. Previously, I had completed a first year overseas in another degree and I was just about to leave again for another year. Without having a lot of money, I was able to manage my student budget and I basically got all the degrees I wanted overseas. I don’t like the actual university structure in Canada. I find the education system being way too much expensive. Just like if being around those university professors really worth it. I find it all a very fresh, artificial and superficial system as well as extremely arrogant. You need to be a fool to enroll in a Canadian university and pay those high tutorial fees. I will never hold a Canadian degree and so far, I do not have any regret. It’s not something that was actually plan a long time ahead, it just happens like that. But no matter what, I got pretty much what I wanted in term of education. I don’t want to be an individual in the bunch of fools, sorry if I sound very offensive. I don’t want to participate in feeding the pension plan of those arrogant Canadian university professors. I am against capitalist when it comes to education. But in Canada, citizens accept the fact that we have to pay high fees to get an education. I do not agree and as long I am concern, I will reject that form of oppression. But it true that for the past couple of weeks, I taught about going back to school, this time in Canada. That was before finding the job I am about to begin really soon.

That being said, I am currently watching the memorial of 9/11 at TV and I guess that back in 2001, I did not understand what was going on, I did not understand the plan crash. That day was a beautiful sunny day. I return home and my dad was there, asking me not to panic. I went straight to the TV and saw 2 building in fired. It could sound strange, but I never heard of the World Trade Center before. Later on, I went to my grandmother house. I remember going outside the house and looking at the backward, where we have a view of the State of Maine. There, it was calm as always and there was no sign of the actual chaos going on in New York. I remember thinking of how much close to New York we were and it’s about all of what I remember of September 11, 2001. Many things happen since that time and it’s about all I can remember. That and the confusion. I remember also looking outside and thinking that a war was going on. It was clear it was some sort of an attack. It was breathtaking. Here a picture of our backyard. The land you see on the other side is the Maine:

I find the 9/11 memorial very beautiful but the memorial ceremony is very difficult to watch without crying. Here in New Brunswick, the day is as beautiful as it was back on September 11, 2001 and I am where I was 10 years ago, I am home. This is somewhere closed to the unreal.

And following 9/11, I was taking the plan. I wasn’t scare, but while waiting in line for the security, there was a dead silence. Usually, there’s a lot of noise at the airport and while waiting on line, people chat. But at the time, it was a complete silence. And when I show up for another schooling year, there’s one teacher, he was actually a Latin teacher who could not believe his eyes that I was actually there. I guess it was a mix of being there shortly following the 9/11 and also, a surprise to see me while I had a difficult time to adjust to their educational system just a year before. There was more work that I was actually able to handle. They shouldn’t have given me the degree lol... Anyhow, I was happy to be back. I was young, without any fear of nothing and there I was for another university year. That’s how I was in my twenties. I am still the same person 10 years later. I am now 31 but I am pretty much the same of what I was 10 years. Nothing has really changed, at the exception that I am now about to work full-time in my hometown. That never happens before, if not during the summer. I am still very chock about this sudden move to my hometown in New Brunswick. Many things happen in the last 10 years but my recent move to back home is certainly the most surprising, stunning one.