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2002-12-28

I was sitting in the third row from the door, third seat from the back. Randi was in the first seat that row, followed by Lee, and then directly behind him, sat me, Brittany McAllister. I am 13 years old now, and was merely 12, a pre-teen, with so much to learn. Believe me, I did learn such a lesson from that gruesome day. We were going over the daily lesson, it was 9:10 a.m. Central time. First period was nearly over, and all I could think about was how much I wanted that class to end, just to gossip with my friends during the short 5 minutes we had in between classes. I would talk about my boyfriend, and who broke up with who, the usual. At 9:11 a.m.,(trust me I knew it down to the second, that's how anxious I was to get out of class) we all heard the sound of several teacher's high heels swiftly walking down the tiled hallway. Mrs. Tracy Baker dropped what she was doing, and ran out the door. We all turned around and began chattering away. "I wonder what that was all about?" I said. "Nothing important probably" said one of my friends. A few minutes later, Mrs.Baker came in and sat down, apparently there was nothing wrong. "What happened?" the class echoed. "Oh, something about the world trade centers being hit by a plane." Without a care in the world, she said that. As the day went on, so did the teacher's tears. The library constantly ran CNN on the television. All classes were canceled, for work that is. We watched television. Bad omens were extremely apparent, and being kids, we knew nothing better than to panic. Although in Texas, and the hijacking in New York, we have learned to expect the unexpected.