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2002-09-11

On September 11, 2001, I sat in my Earth Science class room for the fifth day of classes. I was a freshmen, and already I was bored with school. Our principal rushed and headed a white sheet of paper to my science back, and rushed back out of the classroom and back down the hall. Mr. Murphy stood there in silence, and then began to tell us that two planes had crashed into the World Trade Centers in New york City, and that another plane had crashed into the Pentagon. At first no one was sure what to make of the news, but as soon as class was over, the hallway was filled with people talking about the World Trade Centers. Kids were crying and worried about their parents who had to make business trips to New York City and to Washington, and not knowing what conditions they were in. All day we talked about the news. I never knew how bad it was until I went home, and found my dad watching the news channels. On every channel, they played the same scenes over and over. The planes flying into the buildings, the towers collasping. I was horrified. "The world is coming to an end." I thought to myself. I have an aunt who used to work at a school right across the street from the Twin Towers, and an uncle who is very invovled with the government, and works at the Pentagon from time to time. Since phone lines were busy in New York City, my family did not know if they were safe. Later, we found out that they both were fine, but still, I cried. I cried thinking of the many people who lost their lives, and for the families that lost there loved ones. I cried for all the pain that America would be going through together. A year later, I now America is still feeling pain. There is a big scar left in NYC to remind us what hate did. But we were brought together by this tragic event, and made stronger. And now, more than ever, I love New York, and I am proud to be American!