Let me start off by saying that this isn't something that I go into quite often, I know it was a while before DakonKor even found out I was in NYC on 9/11. I digress though.
I was about 5 blocks away in Speech class at Pace University (My freshman year and about 2 weeks into the semester) when the first tower was stuck by a plane that morning. I remember that there was a loud crashing sound that at the time reminded me of someone knocking over a big food cart with lots of aluminum trays on it. No one in class knew what had just happened at the time so class ended as usual several minutes later. One of my friends and I left the class to return to our dorms upstairs, and as we were crossing the courtyard of the school we noticed people staring at pointing, we couldn't see the towers from where we were but we saw lots of smoke. So we ran for the elevators and headed back to our rooms.
When I got back to my room on the 11th floor of the building I had a decent of view of everything that was happening. I picked up my phone and called my mother, who was about 350 miles away at work, and told her that the World Trade Center had been hit by a plane. Needless to say she didn't believe me, because the call went to her before most news agencies started reporting it. I hung up with her shortly after, not knowing that I wouldn't be speaking to her for about another 10 or 11 hours.
I went to one of the common rooms on the floor to see if I could get a better view of what was happening, while I was there watching the horrific things that were happening (I'll spare the details for my own sake), the second tower was hit. 5 Blocks away and 11 stories up, we felt the heat of that explosion. I can't remember how much time went by, or how many times I tried to call my mother again and couldn't get through because the phone lines were being swamped with calls. I remember I was in back in my room when the first tower actually came down.
I can honestly say that watching the dust cloud rush towards the building was the most terrifying moment of that day for me. The dorms were evacuated, and we were all rushed to the underground gym. At that point we even had business professionals from the surrounding area taking shelter in the school with us. We were sheltered in the gym while the second tower came down, there was a lot of rumbling and the gym shook a little bit. About 30 minutes after the second tower came down our school was evacuated because apparently there was either a gas leak reported near the building or a bomb threat had been called into City Hall across the street.
I managed to find 4 of my friends and I stuck with them. One of my friends' Grandmother lived quite a ways into Brooklyn, and she said we should head there since everywhere around the school was chaos and no one knew what was going on. When we tried to cross the Brooklyn bridge on foot we were told by the officers there it was closed and we had to make our way to the Manhattan bridge. We ultimately made it across the bridge and were able to catch a subway train (they were still running outside of manhattan and were free to help get people out of the city) out to her grandmother's place. She took us in for the night, let us use her phone to call our families, we got pizza and just watched the news all night trying to process everything that happened. The next morning She walked us all to the nearest subway station and we caught a train to Penn Station.
The school was closed for about a month and was used as a triage center as well as a temporary morgue for some of the bodies that were found. When we were finally allowed to return to school you could still smell the scent from the rubble in the air, and everything inside of the dorms was covered in a layer of dust.
Well that's my story. I'm just happy that my original plans for the day fell through. Myself and a few of my friends in the dorms had planned to head up to the observation deck of one of the towers (the tops floor) that morning. Luckily they all wanted to sleep in and I felt guilty skipping class and decided to go.