I have so many stories from College, so many professors who shaped my life, so many friends who I had precious little time with. One memory stands out as unique to a selective group of individuals who attended the University during one of America's most tragic events. Walking to class one day on September 11th, I noticed a huge group of students hovering around Mendenhall. Some had tears in their eyes, others stood
in shocked amazement. I wondered what had happened on that average, sunny morning, so I stopped and went inside. Huddled around the televisions, students watched as the towers burned. Stunned. That is the only way to describe it. We were all surrounded by people, yet each of us was alone in our grief, and amazement that in a few moments our world had changed. As the first Tower collapsed I heard myself say "Oh, my God." This struck me as odd, being generally a person who struggles to be empathetic (a great character flaw.) A young man beside me said, "those people. My, God, those people." He started to weep opening, giant sobs of a collective pain felt across the nation. I touched his arm, and looked to him through my own blurred vision. As if we had always known each other, he moved to embrace me. His tears stained my jacket, as we watched the second Tower follow the first.All through that day a hollowness opened inside me. I saw the greatest magnitude of human tragedy, yet all around me compassion sprang forth. Students were in full force, collecting money for the victims, giving blood which we all hoped would be needed, and packing the auditorium so full that not all who wanted to come mourn were allowed in. An entire class feeling the same way for a singular event. Solidarity like none that has been felt
by my generation. Students were intrinsically changed forever. Those who attended at that time certainly recall the following classes were
sorrow eventually gave way to pride for who we are as a people. With all of our collective faults, that day we, the young naive ECU students, became young Americans. The most valuable lessons taught that week were not inside the classrooms, but in the lines formed to give
blood, and outside the student store to give money. However we could help, we did, and this is how I will always remember my graduating
class as one.
~ Victoria Kidd, class of 2001
As I was reading the September 11th memory written by Victoria Kidd,
class of 2001, I felt as if I had written it myself. I coincidently was in the exact same place at the exact same time she was when I heard
the news. The feelings she had that day matched my feelings exactly. I was only a first semester freshman when it happened, but it made me realize from that day on how much of a family the students are at ECU. In the face of tragedy, we came together as one. I remember a
candlelight ceremony they did outside of Mendenhall in the brickyard that week. It was one of the most emotional things I have ever
experienced. So many students attended it and there was not a dry eye. I love and miss my ECU family so much. I can't imagine what life would have been like if I had not picked ECU as my college, go pirates!!
~ Caroline Martz, class of 2005