story180.xml
Title
story180.xml
Source
born-digital
Media Type
story
Date Entered
2002-03-07
911DA Story: Story
That day, I went to school as a normal person waiting for the school day to be over. When I came home, I was different person and no longer wanted to survive only the school day, but the days. following September 11th, at school. I did not know something was wrong until lunch.
My friend had no clue what had happened, but only knew that several people had left school early, and there was a big accident at the world trade center. They thought several people that left must have had parents that were injured in the crash. I got scared, so during lunch and my last class, I sat pondering what in the world could have gone so wrong. Suring our second special, the 7th grade was directed to an assembly in the gym where Dr. Tait and Dr. Colucci gave us information that they had gathered from the radio and repeatedly stated that they did not know the answers to the questions we had asked. Other students were sobbing at the thought of their parents dying in New york, because they worked there. I also heard something about the Pentagon, but at that point, I was tuning everything out. I was thinking, how could our country be attacked when we have such good protection, or so we thought? During lunch and science class, the last class of the day, people were continuously called to the office to be dismissed. The kids in my class started guessing who was the next to go. They always seemed to be right. The rest of the day, I couldn't concentrate. My heart was beating furiously and I was so scared. If the teeorists could break into the United States, they could most likely break into any place they wanted to. Could the next stop be New jersey?
On the ride home, I listened to everyone discussing the day's events. Nothing prepared me for the flick of the remote when I sat on the sofa in my den. For a long time, I sat speechless and pinned to the television. The building was there this morning, now it's a pile of rubble. It was entirely hard to imagine the terror on those people's faces, trapped on those airplanes and in those buildings. I thought the world was crumbling in. The nights following the tradgedy, I was half expecting to see an airplane fly right through my window. It was scary! Why and how could anyone be so mean and cruel to kill so many people?
My friend had no clue what had happened, but only knew that several people had left school early, and there was a big accident at the world trade center. They thought several people that left must have had parents that were injured in the crash. I got scared, so during lunch and my last class, I sat pondering what in the world could have gone so wrong. Suring our second special, the 7th grade was directed to an assembly in the gym where Dr. Tait and Dr. Colucci gave us information that they had gathered from the radio and repeatedly stated that they did not know the answers to the questions we had asked. Other students were sobbing at the thought of their parents dying in New york, because they worked there. I also heard something about the Pentagon, but at that point, I was tuning everything out. I was thinking, how could our country be attacked when we have such good protection, or so we thought? During lunch and science class, the last class of the day, people were continuously called to the office to be dismissed. The kids in my class started guessing who was the next to go. They always seemed to be right. The rest of the day, I couldn't concentrate. My heart was beating furiously and I was so scared. If the teeorists could break into the United States, they could most likely break into any place they wanted to. Could the next stop be New jersey?
On the ride home, I listened to everyone discussing the day's events. Nothing prepared me for the flick of the remote when I sat on the sofa in my den. For a long time, I sat speechless and pinned to the television. The building was there this morning, now it's a pile of rubble. It was entirely hard to imagine the terror on those people's faces, trapped on those airplanes and in those buildings. I thought the world was crumbling in. The nights following the tradgedy, I was half expecting to see an airplane fly right through my window. It was scary! Why and how could anyone be so mean and cruel to kill so many people?
Collection
Citation
“story180.xml,” September 11 Digital Archive, accessed December 25, 2025, https://911digitalarchive.org/items/show/7744.