As most of you already know, today is the seventh anniversary of the World Trade Center tragedy in New York. Do you remember where you were when it happened? What were you doing when the news broke? I was in my sophmore geometry class when Mr. Solis took the call from our principle. He told us all to close our books and then turned on the TV. We missed the first building, but we watched the second building get hit. I remember a couple kids laughing 'cause they thought it was fake, but more importantly, I rememeber the silence that came over the room when we realized this was really happening. I don't think there was a single soul that didn't talk about it that day, infact, nearly every class I went to that day had the TV on and we watched the clips over and over. We still did our regular study, but a couple of the teachers took the time to discuss the news of that day. They would ask what our thoughts were. What our feelings were. To me, the whole day just felt surreal, but my experience was nothing compared to the people that lived it. The people that were right there when it happened, or lost family members in the collapse, or even the cleanup. I can't imagine what they're still going through today. So, as we go on with our work, school, and play, let's take a moment to remember the lives lost on that day and say a prayer for the family members that their lost loved ones on...
September 11, 2001
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I was in creative writing with Mrs. Teets when Mr. Stray came in and told us to turn on the television. We sat in silence, watching the clips over and over until the end of class.
I went home after that class. I don't remember how I got home, I just remember walking in the front door and finding my parents holding hands on the couch with CNN on. My mom made an offhand comment about me being home early, but other than that we just sat and watched the television.
Christian had called them just before the first plane hit and said "I don't know exactly what's going on but there is going to be a terrorist attack soon. Turn on the news." Less than 5 minutes later, the first plane hit. He was in the Army, in Germany, and suddenly the distance felt much bigger.
The whole thing always felt surreal to me until we went to NYC last December and met some of David's coworkers for the stock exchange. Standing in the office of one of the supervisors, we looked out the window into the gaping hole created by the attacks. He told us of how buildings nearby were still slowly being repaired or torn down, how his office had been completely covered in ash, and how New Yorkers still weep when they speak of or see the place where the towers once stood.
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