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[meganlynn09]

September 11, 2001

Just seemed like a normal day at school.  I was a freshman in high school, just barely a month in.  Our classes were set up in a block, we had four classes for about an hour and a half for one semester and four different classes the next semester, it was like college almost.

Anyway, I was in my second class of the day, Algebra, when near the end of class my teacher got a phone call.  When she hung up she told us that one of the twin towers was hit and they think it was a terroist attack.  She didn't get all the information and it was confusing.  My friend, though, started to freak out because she had relatives that worked there. (Found out later that they were both fine, they got out safely)

Class was over quickly and we all went to our next.  Mine was orchestra (I played the violin).   But when I went in the room that day, the lights were low and the TV was on.  They were reporting what was happening and my friend Andrew came up and told me that both twin towers of the World Trade Center were hit and collapsed and the Pentagon was hit and that a plane crashed in Pennsylvania.  I was numb.

We all sat and watched the news for the whole class.  The teachers became a little scared of letting the students out of the classrooms.  It was momentary paranoid.

Watching it all unfold in the classroom, I couldn't really think anything but "It looks like a movie".  I couldn't comprehend what was happening.  I couldn't understand how it could happen.  It still hadn't set in when my dad picked me up after school.  We didn't really talk when he took me home.  I avoided watching any news that afternoon until both my parents were home.

My mom and I watched a little and that's when it happened.  My mom folded me in her arms and we just cried.

It was the worst day that I hope I ever had to see.  My heart goes out to those that lost family and friends and acquaintances.  I know this is a day I will never forget.

Comments

[lunarknightz.livejournal.com]

*hugs* Thanks for sharing your story.

[meganlynn09.livejournal.com]

*hugs back*

[nina-ds.livejournal.com]

I had a bizarre moment of déjà vu this morning: I went shopping because there were some specific things that I needed. I went to the usual place, but they didn't have what I needed, so I went to Wal*Mart, which I usually avoid, because it was the only other place that would have what I need. And as I checked out, I realized that that was where I was that morning when I first realized something was wrong. There were a lot of sirens going up and down the highway (I thought there was a big car accident, it's not that uncommon here) and there were nervous greeters at the door asking if people had children in the schools. It wasn't until I got home that I got a strange, garbled voicemail from my father (who hates the telephone), and I thought he was joking until I turned on the television.

I couldn't really think anything but "It looks like a movie".

Even at the time, I thought that one of the reasons they kept showing us the second plane just disappearing into the building was that it looked so much like a special effect, it was unreal. We had to see it over and over again just to let it sink in. On the other hand, I kept thinking, if it was a movie, it wouldn't be so clean. There'd be a nice, pretty explosion and the plane would come through the other side. That's what just stunned me. A huge jet disappeared into the building. I still have trouble with that, on so many levels.