story11204.xml
Title
story11204.xml
Source
born-digital
Media Type
story
Date Entered
2004-12-12
911DA Story: Story
I woke up on September 11, 2001 thinking that it was just going to be another long, tormenting day at school. It was a blue day so I had my favorite class right after lunch: advanced ladies choral.
I sat there with a group of young ladies preparing to sing and nothing more. Our teacher warmed us up with a few scales and then it happened; a lady with a face that looked entirely unfamiliar to me, walked in and took our teacher aside without any hesitation. I thought she was going to remind him that there was a fire-drill that afternoon but boy, was I wrong. Without informing us with what had happened, my teacher went to the large television screen infront of the classroom and turned to the news channel.
The graphics were terrifying, I could not believe it. The questions ran through my mind left and right, "Who did this?, Why is this happening? How many are harmed?" I was striked when I heard that The Pentagon had also been hit. My aunt. In the minute I heard the news, photographic memories struck me like a lightening bult. My aunt worked in The Pentagon since 1996. I quickly grabbed my cell phone and called my aunt. She has stayed home that day due to sickness. It was quite an odd coincidence. Realizing how hurt and scared I was about my aunt, I can't imagine the pain and agony of those families that had lost someone.
Being stuck in a small chorus room with 56 other girls was not comforting whatsoever. The entire room became utter chaos. No one was allowed to leave, circuits were busy and after a short notice no one was allowed to make any phone calls. I just wanted to go home and be with my family.
I am now a part of America's history and though 9/11 was an entirely unfortunate event, I do believe it built our nation to become even stronger.
I sat there with a group of young ladies preparing to sing and nothing more. Our teacher warmed us up with a few scales and then it happened; a lady with a face that looked entirely unfamiliar to me, walked in and took our teacher aside without any hesitation. I thought she was going to remind him that there was a fire-drill that afternoon but boy, was I wrong. Without informing us with what had happened, my teacher went to the large television screen infront of the classroom and turned to the news channel.
The graphics were terrifying, I could not believe it. The questions ran through my mind left and right, "Who did this?, Why is this happening? How many are harmed?" I was striked when I heard that The Pentagon had also been hit. My aunt. In the minute I heard the news, photographic memories struck me like a lightening bult. My aunt worked in The Pentagon since 1996. I quickly grabbed my cell phone and called my aunt. She has stayed home that day due to sickness. It was quite an odd coincidence. Realizing how hurt and scared I was about my aunt, I can't imagine the pain and agony of those families that had lost someone.
Being stuck in a small chorus room with 56 other girls was not comforting whatsoever. The entire room became utter chaos. No one was allowed to leave, circuits were busy and after a short notice no one was allowed to make any phone calls. I just wanted to go home and be with my family.
I am now a part of America's history and though 9/11 was an entirely unfortunate event, I do believe it built our nation to become even stronger.
Collection
Citation
“story11204.xml,” September 11 Digital Archive, accessed December 24, 2025, https://911digitalarchive.org/items/show/5578.