nmah3952.xml

nmah3952.xml

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2002-09-11

On the morning of September 11. 2001 I got ready for the second day of a new high school. It was around 7:10 Pacific time, and while eating, the television was on, but nobody was really watching or listening to it. When my mother was driving me to school, the radio was on and I didn't understand what they were saying. When my mom started crying, I tried to listen better and heard something about the World Trade Centers being hit by airplanes. The second one was hit while I was in the car. At school, everybody was talking about the crashes and spreading the word. All day at school we were in our advisory groups and discussed every aspect of what had happened and why it happened. The day, for me, was mind boggling because no one had expected anything of the sort. I remember that there was nothing on the TVs but scenes of the crashes. Even now, I can recall the pictures. I did not know how New Yorkers were feeling until I saw the scenes, especially the ones of people jumping out of the windows, many stories high. It didn't seem real, and I didn't want to believe it, but deep down I knew it was.