I was sitting in psychology class and we were all just joking around and talking while our teacher was out doing something when he came back in the room and said an airplane just crashed into the twin towers and there was a bombing at the pentagon. We all just looked at him and said whatever Mr. Hammond. he is always saying stuff to get a rise out of us, and by that time we thought we knew him pretty well, so we ignored him and went back to talking, so he left and I was talking to my best friend, and I said, “what if he was serious?” She told me he was never serious, so I let it go.

The bell rang then and my next period was lunch, so I was heading down to the cafeteria, and I kept hearing all these people talking about all these things that happened, including the crashes, and, since our school is the rumor capital, I heard a lot of other weird stories that I knew better than to believe including there was a hijacked plane heading for downtown columbus. during lunch all of our tv’s came on and I looked up and I see the second plane crashing into the World Trade Centers. I swear the wind got knocked out of me. Everyone got really quiet then, the entire cafeteria was almost silent, which is eerily unusual, and all of our faces were glued to the screens, and a couple of us started to cry.

I don’t really remember the rest of the day, all I remember is calling my parents the next period, and the prayer we held that day. It was around the raider rock (a popular gift from the seniors) and anyone who wanted to go could. When I walked down there it was unbelievable. So many people who would never give the time of day to you were giving everyone hugs and talking and crying and praying. It was the most beautiful thing i have ever seen.