I remember this day like most everyone affected by it has. I woke up in the morning, my mind ready to play in a Volleyball game. Just like any other game day. It’s my senior year, i’m 17 years old and free to do as I please as the leaders of the school. It has been, so far, as I have expected, nothing great but nothing too bad. The bell rings I go to class and the TV is on. I wasn’t too much paying attention to what was on becasue I just expected that the morning announcments would play soon. My teacher said to us, “I’m just gonna leave this on because I think it’s important”. Those were her exact words. As I watched what was going on in New York, my heart pounded. I feared the worst had already happend and then the news of two more attacks had been reported. Our school is located right next the the new Airport in Austin, plus it used to be an Air Force base, naturally, I was terrified that we would be next. My first thought was to call my dad becasue my grandmother lives in New York. I could not get a hold of him so I called my mom at her job and she reassured me that my grandmother did not live in that area. I felt relieved but guilty becasue my family was fine, but so many others had been torn apart by this tragedy. Each class had been the same. Eveyone was talking about how scared they were, and about how they felt about the situation. Our Volleyball game was cancelled, and I was completly fine with that. It just didn’t feel right to play in a game while so many people were suffering. I went home and the same was playing in my living room. Twin Towers gone, A wall of the Pentagon, gone. What is next. I could not sleep at all that night. I had a dream, that I remember so vividly, that I could tell you it in detail, what went on, but I don’t want to bore you anymore than I already have. To put it short, it was about the terrorist. I don’t believe I will ever forget what happened that September morning. It is a part of History , and a part of my life forever.