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2004-05-11

I was just starting my second period history class when someone said that there had been a bombing at the trade center. My teacher, Mr. tibbits came in and was evidently concerned about whatever was going on. He said that class would be short today and he wanted us to go watch the tv because this was one of those moments that everyone would be talking about and that our grandchildren would ask where were on this day. A girl I went to high school with who sat just across from me got a phone call in the middle of class, got up and ran out of the room crying. Later I found out that her brother was on his way from Washington D.C. to LA on an American Airlines flight but it turned out ok. Once class let out I went to the library where they had a tv set up by the check out desk. Me and about a dozen students watched the collapse and the makeshift hospital on the pentagon lawn. After about thirty minutes I had enough and went to my car, drove to the Marine Recruting Center and staired at the place for about an hour or more. I wanted to go in there and join up and go right then. I wanted to join since I was 16, my parents hated the idea, they thought it was below me. I decided to go home and tell them before I signed knowing what would happen; fight. We fought from around three that afternoon till early the next moment. I didn't sign because of them. For a long time I hated that I didn't. I can't even look at my friends who went becuase I feel so embarassed. I feel ashamed of myself. I didn't go because they said if I did it ment that I didn't love them. I do, but I don't know how I will ever forgive them for this, or myself.