story11406.xml
Title
story11406.xml
Source
born-digital
Media Type
story
Date Entered
2005-05-12
911DA Story: Story
I rolled out of bed that morning following my usual routine. I was a sophomore in high school. It was, just like in New York, a beautiful September morning. It was bright, warm and the sky was a light blue with a few stray clouds.
I went to my second hour English class, which started at 8:15 am. About twenty minutes into class, the principal interrupted class over the P.A. system. He told us that an airplane had crashed into the World Trade Center. My class and I were overcome with shock and awe. No one said a word. My teacher turned on the tv in our classroom and those horrific images of destruction and caos enveloped the screen. The rest of the school day was very somber and quiet. The hallways lacked the yelling and general talking. My math teacher tried to teach us math, but to no avail.
It was difficult to focus. My dad was suppose to fly to Boston early that morning for business. Fortunately, he never got on that flight because every plane was brought out of the sky.
Until the day I leave this world, I will never forget where I was or what I was doing that day the this great country came under attack. It is one of those few memories that most people will remember vividly. To this day as a senior, I get nervous every time Mr. Kesman addresses the school over the P.A. system, hoping that there isn't the news of another September 11.
I went to my second hour English class, which started at 8:15 am. About twenty minutes into class, the principal interrupted class over the P.A. system. He told us that an airplane had crashed into the World Trade Center. My class and I were overcome with shock and awe. No one said a word. My teacher turned on the tv in our classroom and those horrific images of destruction and caos enveloped the screen. The rest of the school day was very somber and quiet. The hallways lacked the yelling and general talking. My math teacher tried to teach us math, but to no avail.
It was difficult to focus. My dad was suppose to fly to Boston early that morning for business. Fortunately, he never got on that flight because every plane was brought out of the sky.
Until the day I leave this world, I will never forget where I was or what I was doing that day the this great country came under attack. It is one of those few memories that most people will remember vividly. To this day as a senior, I get nervous every time Mr. Kesman addresses the school over the P.A. system, hoping that there isn't the news of another September 11.
Collection
Citation
“story11406.xml,” September 11 Digital Archive, accessed December 14, 2025, https://911digitalarchive.org/items/show/9517.