Archives for posts with tag: 1 may 2011

+ tears.  I was just thinking, on Friday, about the fact that I very rarely cry.  Usually, things build up over time and then something little sets me off.  I cry it all out, and then I’m good for another two or three months.  But I was thinking, over the weekend, about the fact that I haven’t really cried since last fall – at least, not that I can remember.  But last night, I called Alan to tell him about bin Laden – he was driving home at the time and had not yet heard – and when he got home, he put his phone near the TV so I could hear Obama’s address (I was attempting to write a paper and my roommate was watching a baseball game on our apartment’s TV).  Perhaps it was because I was overwhelmed, perhaps it was because it was actually just that good, but either way, Obama’s speech made me cry a little.  And later, after my roommates went to bed and I was the only one awake, pounding out a paper and stalking the news, the tears really started flowing.

How many little boys are going to want to be part of SEAL Team 6?  How many more American troops are going to die because of the repercussions of bin Laden’s death?  How many people are going to venerate him because his body was simply buried at sea – though there do seem to be some images of the body floating around the Internet (but I don’t advise looking at them, because one popped up in my Facebook feed and highly disturbed me, and no, I most certainly do not want to see the image of a dead man over my morning cup of coffee).  I am overwhelmed with relief, with anxiety, with sadness.

“I can only think of one death that brought the world peace … and we celebrated that a week ago.” – take to the sky

+ grounded.  Last night, there was an honors and awards ceremony at college.  I received an award for the English and communications departments, which surprised me, but made me really happy.  I started thinking of all of the other honors and awards recipients and thought, “Wow.  I’m in some pretty good company!”

This morning, I received the grade on a paper I wrote a week ago.  I realized that, in my rush to finish writing, I never entered the year that Thomas Becket was ordained archbishop of Canterbury.  The opening sentence of my paper reads, “When Henry II appointed Thomas á Becket as the archbishop of Canterbury in [YEAR], …”

There’s nothing like a B to keep you grounded.

+ almost there.  This is my final week of classes as a junior.  This is good, because my brain decided to quit last Friday, and hasn’t returned since.  This is bad, because I have more work – both classwork and otherwise – than I’d like to think about accomplishing within the next five days.  The magazine cover and spread assignment is difficult because it requires PhotoShop and InDesign – two programs I do not have, and my Medieval History paper would be a lot easier to write if I hadn’t accidentally sent the book home with Alan. …


Downside #1 to waiting until the night before a 7-page paper is due to start writing it:

Osama bin Laden may be confirmed dead around the time you start writing your paper.  You may actually only make it to page three before your emotions are going crazy and you find it impossible to write a logical, well-written paper.

When I first heard the news (via my Facebook feed, no less), I was rather skeptical.  But I have no doubt that I will remember these past few hours just as clearly as I remember the day of September 11, 2001.  I was 11 years old, then, and the video clips of the planes hitting the buildings, of people jumping, falling from the windows, will be forever etched in my memory.  It certainly was traumatizing for an 11-year-old.

I cried a lot – I was afraid that Osama bin Laden was going to come after me and bomb my town.  I was terrified that he was going to come after my family.  To this day, whenever I see a plane that appears too close to a building, I immediately assume it’s been hijacked.

The United States has been hunting for Osama bin Laden for almost half of my life.  For one-third of my life, the United States military has been at war.  And while I do not live in a war-torn country, do not see the effects of war on a daily basis, it has been there, ever-present but dormant, like a bad memory you try to forget but remember all of a sudden when it’s triggered.

My Twitter and Facebook feeds have been exploding with pro-military, pro-American sentiments (and a few other sentiments certain to ensure that there is no love lost between us and any supporters of bin Laden).  I wish I had spent the evening doing something other than half-heartedly writing a paper, obsessively switching between Facebook, Twitter, AP, the BBC, CNN and Fox (who, by the way, broadcast “Obama Bin Laden Dead” on tv and “Confrimed” his death online).  If I were in D.C., I would most definitely have been in front of the White House … interviewing people and recording sound bytes for broadcast.

I’m not quite certain what to think or how I feel about the whole thing.  On one hand, I’m relieved.  Reflecting on all of those who died and were otherwise affected by the events of 9/11, and thinking that it was all prompted by someone who will face judgment for his actions.  On the other, I’m now even more worried about our military personnel and the retaliation they may face in light of this news.  What does this mean for our military?  What does this mean for our country?

Today also marks the eighth anniversary of Bush’s “Mission Accomplished.”  And on this date in 1945, Adolf Hitler’s death was confirmed.  Or “confrimed,” if you like.