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2002-09-11

I remember stumbling out of bed on an average school day. I walked into the living room and mumbled, "Good morn... oh my God." I had walked out right as a plane hit the second tower.

The entire morning while I was getting ready and the trip to school I spent with my face glued to the TV or hanging on every word of the radio announcer. When I got to school, classes were cancelled and we had a school meeting. We tried to get a live feed from msnbc.com up on the big projector, but the servers were full.As we dispersed into our counselor groups, teachers and students alike could be seen crying in the hallways.

We watching as the buildings slowly burned and twisted until the massive structures finally crumbled into the cloak of dust blanketing Manhattan. The constant reruns of the planes hitting the buildings from every possible angle and the people jumping from a hundred stories up were a constant reminder of the devastation.

May all their souls go to whichever eternally blissful afterlife their religion dictates.

In memory, 9-11-01