story2823.xml
Title
story2823.xml
Source
born-digital
Media Type
story
Date Entered
2002-09-11
911DA Story: Story
When the first plane hit the World Trade Center, I was in 1st hour Photography taking pictures of wildlife outside near the softball fields. I wouldn't know for another two hours what had happened. 2nd hour AP Spanish came and I can remember laughing and watching a Spanish video and having a good time. Meanwhile the second plane hit the WTC and the third into the Pentagon. After 2nd hour I walked down to the bathroom like I did most days and proceeded to one of the urinals. Stephen, a boy in my grade whom I'd known for a long time stepped up to the urinal next to me. He began to talk which is bad urinal ettiquete and said, "Did you hear about the Pentagon and the World Trade Center?" I responded, "No, what?" "They've been attacked! Bombed or something!" Instantly, I knew we had just become a country at war. I was terrified of what the ramifications of this news could be.
I ran upstairs to where my friends gathered between classes and told them of the events. We were all confused. 3rd hour was beginning and we rushed to choir. We entered the room, turned on the TV, grabbed chairs and just sat down. Nothing else mattered. I sat there thankful to be in the company of my best friends, watching the terrible images on the TV. The principal told our teachers to do whatever they wanted to do for the rest of the day, and most teachers did. 4th hour my chemistry teacher refused to let us watch the news because it would interupt our Chem Lab. We couldn't watch the news 5th hour either because of a math test. 6th hour, my British Brit Lit teacher couldn't understand what this meant to Americans.
After school I drove myself to the downtown theatre where I had been cast in a play. I was working with professional actors, most of them from New York City. They were terrified. Their friends were all back in the City and they had no way of contacting them. I felt priveleged to be with people who were so connected with the locations of the attacks. The cast took a dinner break and sat at an outside restaurant. The streets were deserted. The only others out were the police patroling the streets.
I ran upstairs to where my friends gathered between classes and told them of the events. We were all confused. 3rd hour was beginning and we rushed to choir. We entered the room, turned on the TV, grabbed chairs and just sat down. Nothing else mattered. I sat there thankful to be in the company of my best friends, watching the terrible images on the TV. The principal told our teachers to do whatever they wanted to do for the rest of the day, and most teachers did. 4th hour my chemistry teacher refused to let us watch the news because it would interupt our Chem Lab. We couldn't watch the news 5th hour either because of a math test. 6th hour, my British Brit Lit teacher couldn't understand what this meant to Americans.
After school I drove myself to the downtown theatre where I had been cast in a play. I was working with professional actors, most of them from New York City. They were terrified. Their friends were all back in the City and they had no way of contacting them. I felt priveleged to be with people who were so connected with the locations of the attacks. The cast took a dinner break and sat at an outside restaurant. The streets were deserted. The only others out were the police patroling the streets.
Collection
Citation
“story2823.xml,” September 11 Digital Archive, accessed December 29, 2024, https://911digitalarchive.org/items/show/19638.