story2844.xml
Title
story2844.xml
Source
born-digital
Media Type
story
Date Entered
2002-09-11
911DA Story: Story
September 11th started out just like any other day. In the morning I danced around to "I am the Walrus" by the Beatles to get me psyched up for play auditions I had after school.
My first hour class, American Lit, was the usual. I think we took notes on Christopher Columbus. I didn't find out about the terrorist attacks until the end of second hour. I was sitting in math, writing poems and drawing a picture of Paul McCartney- I was really bored as the material we were learning was very easy- when another teacher came into the room and asked to speak to Mr. Saros. They went out in the hall for a minute and he came back and turned on the TV to CNN. I didn't really understand what had happened at first, although I did write in my notebook "Holy fuck the World Trade Center was attacked!"
It didn't seem like a big deal at the time... The towers seemed pretty stable. I began to panic more as I talked to my friends, and some of them were talking about how the Empire State Building and the White House were destryoed, too.
As the day progressed, I began to realize more and more what was going on. It was impossible to escape from it. In all my other classes, we did nothing but watch the TV, except for Chemistry, in which we had to take a test first. I thought I failed the test because I couldn't concentrate on it.
People's opinions on it really screwed me up. A girl in my government class was convinced that nuclear weapons would have to be used to resolve this issue, and that got me worried as hell. I called my mother during lunch, just for like support or comfort I guess, and instantly started crying. It was pretty embarassing.
I decided to go to play auditions a different day and went home. My brother and step-mother didn't really help me calm my fears; in fact I think they intensified them. I started writing in my diary and looked down at my doggie who sat beside me, and kept thinking how terribly strange it was that she had no idea what was going on.
My fear of war, and instantaneous patriotism for the attacks on 9-11 only lasted a couple of weeks. Instead of focusing on how this had hurt our nation, I began to take a like more worldly view on things.
Not to be disrespectful, but I really don't think this is that big of a deal. It's disgusting that we let the Tali-ban rule Afghanistan in the first place, and didn't do anything to stop it until they hurt us. Besides, thousands- actually probably a million or more- innocent people from all over the world die needlessly everyday, so in the big scope of things, this was just a tragedy within a catastrophe.
My first hour class, American Lit, was the usual. I think we took notes on Christopher Columbus. I didn't find out about the terrorist attacks until the end of second hour. I was sitting in math, writing poems and drawing a picture of Paul McCartney- I was really bored as the material we were learning was very easy- when another teacher came into the room and asked to speak to Mr. Saros. They went out in the hall for a minute and he came back and turned on the TV to CNN. I didn't really understand what had happened at first, although I did write in my notebook "Holy fuck the World Trade Center was attacked!"
It didn't seem like a big deal at the time... The towers seemed pretty stable. I began to panic more as I talked to my friends, and some of them were talking about how the Empire State Building and the White House were destryoed, too.
As the day progressed, I began to realize more and more what was going on. It was impossible to escape from it. In all my other classes, we did nothing but watch the TV, except for Chemistry, in which we had to take a test first. I thought I failed the test because I couldn't concentrate on it.
People's opinions on it really screwed me up. A girl in my government class was convinced that nuclear weapons would have to be used to resolve this issue, and that got me worried as hell. I called my mother during lunch, just for like support or comfort I guess, and instantly started crying. It was pretty embarassing.
I decided to go to play auditions a different day and went home. My brother and step-mother didn't really help me calm my fears; in fact I think they intensified them. I started writing in my diary and looked down at my doggie who sat beside me, and kept thinking how terribly strange it was that she had no idea what was going on.
My fear of war, and instantaneous patriotism for the attacks on 9-11 only lasted a couple of weeks. Instead of focusing on how this had hurt our nation, I began to take a like more worldly view on things.
Not to be disrespectful, but I really don't think this is that big of a deal. It's disgusting that we let the Tali-ban rule Afghanistan in the first place, and didn't do anything to stop it until they hurt us. Besides, thousands- actually probably a million or more- innocent people from all over the world die needlessly everyday, so in the big scope of things, this was just a tragedy within a catastrophe.
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“story2844.xml,” September 11 Digital Archive, accessed January 10, 2025, https://911digitalarchive.org/items/show/10957.