story1905.xml
Title
story1905.xml
Source
born-digital
Media Type
story
Date Entered
2002-09-08
911DA Story: Story
I can remember most of what happened that day. I woke up that morning and started my day, just like any other. I went through the motions and eventually ended up at school like many mornings before. Computer class came and went and I moved on to my math class.
We got our assignment and started to work on it when some of the head administrators started walking up and down the hallways. They motioned through the windows that our teacher Mrs. Kampa should come out of the classroom and speak to them. We all thought it was pretty routine, until we saw her face as she came back into the room. She explained as much as she could to us and then turned on the television.
The classroom filled with students buzzing back and forth to one another about what had just happened. Then there was silence. The second building was hit. We were shocked. When they fell to the ground, we were silenced with disbelief. I remember some crying, but I remember the confusion the most.
Going through the rest of the day was tough. Teachers were upset, many distraught. The day seemed to drag on. When I got home, the news was on. We sat and watched and waited for my sister to get home. The reason I say that is because that day was her birthday.
When she got home, I hugged her. She was pretty upset, but we ended up going out to eat for her birthday as a family that night. On the way to and back from the restaurant, instead of our music, the news was on the radio. Having been bombarded by the media all day, we shut it off. Not for the fact that we didn't want to hear, but because we wanted what we had before: a normal family life. We were not about to let something like this stop our family.
That night I said a prayer for my family and the millions of families touched by the tragedy of September 11th.
We got our assignment and started to work on it when some of the head administrators started walking up and down the hallways. They motioned through the windows that our teacher Mrs. Kampa should come out of the classroom and speak to them. We all thought it was pretty routine, until we saw her face as she came back into the room. She explained as much as she could to us and then turned on the television.
The classroom filled with students buzzing back and forth to one another about what had just happened. Then there was silence. The second building was hit. We were shocked. When they fell to the ground, we were silenced with disbelief. I remember some crying, but I remember the confusion the most.
Going through the rest of the day was tough. Teachers were upset, many distraught. The day seemed to drag on. When I got home, the news was on. We sat and watched and waited for my sister to get home. The reason I say that is because that day was her birthday.
When she got home, I hugged her. She was pretty upset, but we ended up going out to eat for her birthday as a family that night. On the way to and back from the restaurant, instead of our music, the news was on the radio. Having been bombarded by the media all day, we shut it off. Not for the fact that we didn't want to hear, but because we wanted what we had before: a normal family life. We were not about to let something like this stop our family.
That night I said a prayer for my family and the millions of families touched by the tragedy of September 11th.
Collection
Citation
“story1905.xml,” September 11 Digital Archive, accessed December 9, 2025, https://911digitalarchive.org/items/show/16584.