so I wanna write something about nine eleven. Most of the time we speak about thoes events as if they happened to us. but the truth is it happened to thoes people who lost their life and their families. I was in art class drawing pictures of a city. and the teacher came intp the class room and said do you know? and both of them walked in the hall his name isnt important but he walked in and said I want you all to watch this as he turns on the tv and tells us to figure out whats going on because he has no idea. I had this guy in my class that would call me at night after and he huged me. so we watched until it was time for lunch =. he sat at his table with his friends and i sat at mine and there were tv’s mounted on the walls of the cafe. they were all turned on and I remember getting no answers to the questions I had. To think that Americans need to pay the ultimate price for enjoying life is a terrorist thought. and I’ve had to live everyday knowing that their are people on american soil whom wish to do us harm. us good people. us who seek to help others. us who hope something can be learned by helping others. i send things positive energery out into the world and have been doing it for a while and some people really dont understand what they have. This may read as if I’m all over the place but I am. I wanted to use the phone to call my mother and check on my brother and my baby brother who was only 1 month old at the time. the teachers wouldn’t let me call anyone. probably cause they were ringing off the hook. I went home on the bus and after 5pm building seven fell. the next day it was as if nothing had happened in my sixth grade class. as other stated it was a very nice day weather wise. but let me make one thing CLEAR human life is important, and to be LOVED.