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2002-09-15

I woke up on September 11th assuming it was a normal day. I got ready for school as usual but when I turned on the t.v I saw the World Trade Center smoking. My friends, parents, and I all thought that some stupid idiot simply didn't know how to fly a plane. But of course we were wrong. Our musings continued at school also. The chatting that morning was about who kissed who, or who was going to get in a fight. It was about how a plane, or anyhing could crash into a building that tall, and that important. When the first period bell rang and I walked to class I saw my teachers t.v on. " The second tower has been hit...." What the... I think it was then that just about everyone realized that something really serious had just occured. How could TWO planes hit both towers...I mean, once could be an accident, but two? Instead of reading from the book and learning all there is to driving, My Driver's Ed class watched CNN for an hour and a half. We saw the buildings getting hit over and over again on replay, we saw people jump from the 100 feet tall buildings who would rather drop peacefully to their death rather then watch , and feel everyone burning alive. And to everyone's amazement we witnessed the buildings collapsing..live on t.v. The people running, as the cameramen turned their equipment around so that you could see people screaming, running as fast as they ever had while a huge cloud of white smoke chased them. I think the most terrifying thing was hearing the sound of the WTC collapsing. Hearing the ashes and the silt and god knows what traveling through the streets of New York. Like a tornado or a loud wind, I still can't describe the sound. Then the attack on the Pentagon. Even now a year later, I still can't believe what happend that morning. A terrorist attack. A coward called Bin Laden had used our own creations as bombs. Irony is a terrible thing. Thousands of innocent people died for nothing. You never expect anthing like this to happen in your life, especially when your only fifteen. When the bell rang for 2nd period everyone left silently and I walked into my science class. After the bell rang the principal came on the intercom and told all teachers to turn off their t.v's. This really angered me, we were all teenagers, not children, and we were expected to get back to class work as if it was a normal school day? When NYC is covered in white silt and people are dying after we were just attacked? How can you concentrate on anything at a time like this? We NEEDED to watch the t.v, to know what was happening, but we weren't allowed to because...I don't know. The school day continued, I didn't do any work, or even pay attention for that matter, my brain was busy on other terrifying things. When school ended and I got home I found my parents watching the t.v. " America's New War" Okaay...on whom? My family and I talked that night about everything, from what had happened to what was going to happen. What would happen if they drafted? Would I see people enter the army? When something this drastic happens tons of ideas come up. When I tried ot go to sleep that night I just kept thinking about what happened that day, how weird and scary it all was... I guess you can't predict or expect anything nowadays...how sad.