I woke up this morning and didn't even remember it was Sept. 11 until I went outside on my way to class. (Probably cause I was so dead tired.) In my first class, Diversity, we discussed the event and how we felt today and everything. And I felt the same in class as I did a year before; detached. This didn't affect me. Anyway, as I was leaving my 10 o'clock class to go to chapel, I was feeling really awful. I was tired, I felt cranky and achy, and all I wanted was to go to sleep. I had pretty much decided to skip chapel and go lie down for a half an hour, when something I recently told someone else lit up in my head: But He said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me...For when I am weak, then I am strong. ~2 Corinthians 12:9-10. It was a verse I have read over quite a few times recently, since I shared it with someone else who I felt it applied to at the time. And when I recited it in my head, it was like God was saying, "Now, you are feeling weak. Go and let me make you strong." So I practically did an about face and I went to chapel. By then, I was almost late. I walked in and the entire chapel was full—standing room only. So I stood in the back of the chapel for the service, and I looked at all the people there. And then Kapella started to sing the Requiem, and for the first time since and including September 11, I cried.