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#1973 | Tuesday, September 10th 2002
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That day seems like it was a week ago. I remember that during first period religion, I had to take the attendance to the office. I walked into the office, and the TV was on. I found this strange because the TV is never turned on at St. Xavier High. I initially thought the burning tower was footage from the bombing 10 years ago. Soon later, I pieced together what was happenning, just as soon as I had done that, another plane came swooping into the screen. I thought "Oh, no!",and my worst fear was realized. I ran back to class and tuned the TV to NBC on channel 2, my teacher began to scold me, then she saw the screen and cried. As the day unfolded, everything was in slow motion, all we did was watch the coverage. Since that day, anything that is remotely related to 9-11 brings thoughts only to that, and I feel deep sadness. That feeling keeps recurring.
My Dad was supposed to be in the towers that morning, but he missed his flight early on 9-11 morning. I thank God every day for my Dad's tardiness.
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Guy | 16 | Kentucky
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#1971 | Tuesday, September 10th 2002
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Hello i'm a high school student...and when this all happened i was in math class and our principle came on the speaker and told us to turn our t.vs to a certain channel. and that's when we heard about it.....that whole day not one t.v went off and not one teacher taught...we all watched in horror as the planes hit and then when the towers fell...and then they hit the petagon and then another plane crashed and i rememeber comin' home and turnin the t.v on and not watchin' or carin' about what else was goin' on but i was wonderin' what those people are feelin' and how i wish i could do some thing. then when the fires went out and they looked for the survivors i was hopin that maybe one person will come out of it...but saddly that didn't happen..i would like to thank all the n.y.f.d fire fighters and all the angels in heaven
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allison | 16 | Michigan
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#1959 | Tuesday, September 10th 2002
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I was sitting in my Biology class waiting on the bell to ring. Only 10 more minutes, I thought. I did not know that the next ten minutes would be filled with horror.Our lab was not completed yet, so we used the Chem lab of a teacher with planning that period. Our Tv's are networked together and that day they were not working. Our teacher told us we could talk until the end of class. We sat and chatted. The teacher whose room we were in walked in briskly and told my coach something and then walked back out. My teacher looked surprised and walked over to the radio (our only source of news). We all hushed because we had no idea what was going on. He said, "Guys, there has been an attack on the World Trade Center." No one said a word as he turned on the radio. The station was frantic and the people on it were screaming. My stomach turned and I felt like I was going to throw up. We all sat around the radio just like it would've been done during WWI and WWII. My mind raced and it seemed like we had just time traveled to the 40's. I'll never forget it. The first words I heard were, "The towers and the Pentagon have been hit." My first thought was Who would want to hurt America? What have we done? After that class let out, noise filled the halls. People were crying, and panic was spreading to the people who hadn't heard yet. All day was spent listening to the radio, but everybody wanted to see to believe. Since we hadn't watched it, no one really wanted to believe it. It didn't seem real. I didn't get to see it until I got home. The sight was absolutely devastating to me, a (then) 15 year old girl from a rural GA town. I never thought something as bad as this could ever happen in my lifetime. But now I know anything is possible. Even now, a year later, I still watch planes closely and shudder when I hear them flying overhead. I will never forget Tuesday, September 11, 2001. No one will.
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Holly | 16 | Georgia
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#1953 | Tuesday, September 10th 2002
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Tommorrow morning one year ago at 5:15 in the morning my mom ran into my room yelling my name. At first through my groginess I didn’t recognize the tone of her voice and I was angry with her for waking me up 15 minutes early, I was about to yell at her when she saw that she had woken me up and she started screaming. “They’re killing everybody, they’re killing everybody” she cried, I looked up into her face and saw the horror, torror, shock, fear, and tears on her face and my heart froze in terror. What could turn my mom into this? What could do this? She grabbed my arm and led me upstairs to the tv and that’s when I started to cry too. They were showing footage of the plane hitting the first tower. I though it was a mistake, I had no clue what was going on, I thought that it must be a freighter, it didn’t even occur to me that there might be people on the plane until later. I didn’t even know what significance these buildings had, where they were, what they were, what was in them, other than people, I knew there were people in them, and that they were burning alive and that was all. And then the second tower was hit. I saw the first footage live. I think I screamed, or maybe it was my mom, and that was when I realized that it was not a mistake, that there were people in the planes, and that the planes were aimed like missiles for a very clear target. People just like me, a 15 year old girl who was just as inspired, just as in love, just as hopeful as me just got catapulted into a building and nothing, no act of god, nothing that said ‘No this ones special, we’ll save her for something great’ kept it from happening. I took a shower, I forced myself to stop crying, I didn’t want to go to school, I wanted to stay glued to the tv all day. When I came out of the shower the first tower was collapsing. And with it fell every hope I had of it being ok. Of something being ok in such chaos. News people were weeping. People were running and screeming, the dust was coming up behind them as they ran and then they were engulfed, and people who were only 6 feet from the camera disapeard. I went numb. The second tower collapsed and I thought of all of the people who were lost in the dust at its base as it fell on top of them, they wouldn’t even know because of the dust until it was on them, or maybe the sound would give it away, but they would still be dead. I was filled with disbelief that they would show such a thing on tv, like it should be blurred out like breasts and bleeped over like curse words. I was filled with dread as I went to school that I would be unaware of what was happening, we listened to the radio all the way over the bridge. I went into the office to tell the secretary what was going on in case she had gotten there too early too know. But her radio was on too. I went to my 0 hour typing class through deserted halls and found the door to the room next ot mine open and every student who was in my class, and those who showed up early for whatever other reason in the class. Most of the desks were empty, and everyone was silent. 2 different tvs showed 2 different channels of 2 different views of the 2 towers. My mom doesn’t believe that there is symbolism in life, but I think that symbolism was created from life and is the reason the idea exists at all. And this was symbolism. Some people were crying but most just stared at the tv with as blank a wall of disbelief on their faces as was on mine, a wall of noncomprehension, dumbfoundedness, shock. How could anyone hate anyone so much? So much that the needs of all others are totally unrecognized, no not unrecognized, it was a total lack of any thought at all, disregarded, ignored, blatently ignored and thrown into the faces of all watching that these people didn’t give a damn about the sanctitiy of life if it got in the way of their sadistic hatred. In my next class we watched tv again and the next and the next. It was a Tuesday. I had typing early, then Ms. Reyes for LA third period, Ms. Kreigmont for History fourth period, Ms. Spence for French 5th period, I stayed in Ms. Kreigmonts class for lunch to watch the TV, and then Ms. Dapcevich for 6th period. Ms. Dapcevich was the one class we didn’t watch tv in. She gave an explanation, I don’t remember what but I remember thinking it was weak. I considered getting up and leaving to watch tv somewhere else but by the looks of her she was on the verge of a breakdown herself, and I didn’t want to be the one to set it off. As it was I think that she saved us all, routine, routine, routine. I think she even gave us homework. And then my boyfriend drove me home and I watched some more tv. I thought I was going to die. They were estimating that 5,000 people were in each building, few had gotten out, some were sent back in told that it wasn’t a danger, and then there were those on the plane and those on the streets. So many people. It turned out to be less, but that didn’t really make much of a difference. The next few days were filled with discusions, and reviews. I watched the tv as little as possible because I knew that they would be showing those horrible images time after time after time. I remember watching these 3 people on the steps of a building. Their faces were so dramatic that they could have come from a soap opra, they looked exactly like they were acting in a super man movie “It’s a bird, it’s a plane” and then the humor of it fades as their faces show them thinking “Oh my god it really is a plane!!!” and then they screem and the camera goes elsewhere. I felt dead to the world, they hate me, the 15 year old girl with hopes and dreams and goals and loves, simply because of where I live. I could have been on one of the planes. I could have been in the buildings. Anyone could have been anywhere, and the world didn’t care who, so long as they were dead. Then the finger pointing started, and the answers tumbled out, still are. But I don’t really feel any better about it, knowing who it was. Cutting off the head never killed the cause, and these people obviosly felt pretty strongly about theirs. It still makes my throat choke up. Still makes me change the channel, still makes me cringe, and always will. I remember it so clearly because I told myself “Molly, this is not yesterday, and this is not tommorow, those are days that can fade into time, today is a day that in thirty, fourty, fifty years people will ask you ‘Where were you when the towers were hit?’ like ‘Where were you when Kenedy was shot?’” I asked my grandma that, and my grandchildren will ask me my question, I hope though, that they wont have a question for their grandchildren to ask them, because it is the worst feeling in the world to go back and feel like it was yesterday, or in my case tommorow, all over again.
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Molly | 16 | Alaska
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#1923 | Tuesday, September 10th 2002
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I remember it very clearly. My high school marching band was outside on the asphalt practice field. Someone comes outside and tells our director that something terrible has happened. We find out what it was, and immediately pray, over the loud speaker outside.
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Jud | 16 | Texas
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