#112 | Thursday, September 20th 2001
clear memories. it was second period, right before geometry class. i was doing homework. i saw the second plane hit the tower live on the television stationed in the common room of my school dorm. someone said, "someone tried to blow up new york city." i continued. problem 15. problem 16.

online. a friend of mine says, "on television, real small like that, it looks like a movie. but here you can smell the smoke. it's real here."

later, i knew it was real because the same picture was on every channel.

love to the victims.
love to the survivors.
justice to the perpetrators.

but remember, hate perpetuates division. division perpetuates hate.

emily | 15 | New Jersey

#1 | Saturday, September 15th 2001
It was the end of my mods 3-4 class (AP English 12) when our vice principal came running in with a note for the teacher. She read it aloud explaining that two planes had each hit both of the towers. At first I didn't believe it, it couldn't be true. I was just so in shock. We weren't allowed to watch the TV's in school, so there were some pretty wild rumors going around (for example- the west wing of the White House was on fire, and that eight planes were hijacked). i was extremely upset that we weren't allowed to know what was really going on. We had a total of two updates during the school day on what was going on- had we been able to watch the news, these horrible rumors would not have spread. Moving on- Volleyball practice was canceled after school (along with all other extra-curricular activities) and I went home to watch the news. I just stared in disbelief as I kept seeing the image of the once so tall and proud towers come crumbling down, killing thousands. I think the worst image that stuck in my head was when a man jumped from about the 80th floor. I just saw him cartwheeling through the air, and then he disappeared behind a building. That is probably one of the most haunting images I have ever seen, and ever will see. I'm still just in disbelief, but the one good thing that is a product of this tragedy is our strong feeling of nationality. I was driving down the main street of our town on Friday night, and there were hundreds of people, many from my own high school, standing out with lit candles and American flags. We honked at them, cheered with them- it was just a great feeling. I wish this sense of nationality didn't have to come at the price of thousands of people.
Lisa | 17 | New Jersey

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