Although 19 years have passed, I remember watching the events unfold on September 11, 2001.  I was a freshman in college.  At this point, I had established a routine.  My math class was first on the docket on Tuesdays and Thursdays.  I was thrilled that it was close to my dorm.  The proximity of the classroom made my journey to class a leisurely stroll and not a mad dash. At that point in time, I was more conscientious of my appearance.  What I am trying to say is that I made an effort to look my best.  I had not yet morphed into the girl who wore her most comfortable…