I was at Young Harris College in the north GA mountains (yes, they actually have mountains there), and had just gotten out of my 8:00am history class at 9:00. I was just getting back to my dorm room when my roommate came back stuttering something about "they blew up the embassy". I looked at him like he was retarded. Well, he kind of was. I think he smoked himself that way on the funny stuff. We flipped on the little 19" CRT TV and watched it over the air. The rest is history. A lot's changed in 11 years for me. Quite a lot. But I will never forget where I was, or how I got here.