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I'm sitting here in my bathrobe at the computer, behind this window the TV is showing commentary on the Space Shuttle Columbia.
It was lost this morning with all hands. It apparently broke apart and disintegrated on re-entry.
I don't even know what to say. I was barely holding back tears, then I gave up. This just sucks. I mean, really, really, really sucks. I'm sorry for all those astronauts, and they're families and friends. But also for the space program itself.
I was in my bathrobe when I first heard about the Challenger disaster in my sophompore year in college. I had just gotten out of the shower, and was walking back towards my room on the third floor of the dorm at UOP. A girl who lived down the hall from me came out of her room, looking stunned. Looked up at me and just said "it blew up" then went back into her room. I didn't know what she was talking about until I turned on the TV and understood.
The challenger disaster. The World Trade Center. The Columbia. These are events that I will always remember where I was when I first heard about them.
They're talking about evacuating the space station (they may have to ground the shuttle fleet for a while. If they do, they can't resupply it).
I have several friends coming over for a D&D game in a few hours. I don't feel like playing D&D today. I feel like curling up into a ball on my living room floor and crying.
I'm sitting here in my bathrobe at the computer, behind this window the TV is showing commentary on the Space Shuttle Columbia.
It was lost this morning with all hands. It apparently broke apart and disintegrated on re-entry.
I don't even know what to say. I was barely holding back tears, then I gave up. This just sucks. I mean, really, really, really sucks. I'm sorry for all those astronauts, and they're families and friends. But also for the space program itself.
I was in my bathrobe when I first heard about the Challenger disaster in my sophompore year in college. I had just gotten out of the shower, and was walking back towards my room on the third floor of the dorm at UOP. A girl who lived down the hall from me came out of her room, looking stunned. Looked up at me and just said "it blew up" then went back into her room. I didn't know what she was talking about until I turned on the TV and understood.
The challenger disaster. The World Trade Center. The Columbia. These are events that I will always remember where I was when I first heard about them.
They're talking about evacuating the space station (they may have to ground the shuttle fleet for a while. If they do, they can't resupply it).
I have several friends coming over for a D&D game in a few hours. I don't feel like playing D&D today. I feel like curling up into a ball on my living room floor and crying.
