One of the many ways that this class has forever changed me will be in my word choice. iIt has been months since I have used the word "literally" when I am speaking. I cannot do it! Every time it springs into my mind, I must replace it with "actually" or another substitute before it leaves my mouth. I guess I have gained a new understanding of "literal" in Oral Traditions, and suddenly statements like "That book was so good, I literally could not put it down" just sound silly to me.
Unless it's on paper, of course.
Saturday, March 7, 2009
March 5, 2009
I was working at the coffee shop thursday morning when a man came in (an eccentric art proffesor of a man) announcing "Boodles blew up". My co worker and I looked at eachother confused. He said "Yea, I just drove by there. Shook my car.There's a big crater where Boodles and the Rockin R Bar used to be". From there on out every person who came in was talking about it: "did you hear there was an explosion downtown?" From the windows of the coffee shop, we could see a huge smoke cloud coming from the downtown area. I had a sinking feeling in my stomach the whole morning, thinking that there was going to be more bad news to come. In an explosion that demolished 8 businesses, surely there would be various casualties. Also, thinking about how this could have just as easily happened 12 hours later- 8:00 at night- when those bars would have been jam packed. That really made me feel sick.
My coworker brought up how this made her think of September 11. Imagine how we are feeling now hearing about an explosion in downtown Bozeman, how many times that would be amplified if we were in downtown New York City when we heard the planes crash. That the twin towers exploded rather than a local bar. I remember where I was when I heard about the crash on the news. Imagine being in the immediate vacinity.
The first day I was in class, we talked about how something that we wanted to work on in this course would be to remember every day like we remember those days when history was altered. I will always remember thursday morning, finding out about that gas explosion while I was working. And an event like that happening sparks the memory to other times when we felt the same sinking feeling of tragedy taking place: September 11th. I think that all of us will remember where we were that day.
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