This was my freshman year at U-M, and I had an early class. I woke up and on my way back from the bathroom the girl across the hall from me was like did you see what happened, I said no, i just woke up, what's going on? and she said that someone bombed the world trade center. I watched tv for a few mins in her room before going back to mine to get dressed. As I was getting dressed the station that I was watching was talking to someone at the pentagon, and as they were talking to that person (live) the pentagon was hit. That was pretty scary. I went to class like normal, where everyone was sitting watching the tv in the lecture hall. We proceeded to have class and on the way out rumors started flying about classes being cancelled. I went over to the information desk to ask about it and found out that all classes had been cancelled for the day. I went back to my room to find my roommate in tears because she couldn't get a hold of either of her parents who took the train into NYC from NJ and their stop was the WTC. They both ended up being ok, but I spent the day glued to the TV. That night there was a huge candle light vigial organized and over 10,000+ people packed the center of our campus. It was scary and sad and very moving. I kept that candle for the rest of the year.