The air in the school seemed different that day. Some poeple talked to eachother with their eyes bulging out of their head, poeple gasped as they silently gossiped about something yet unknown to me. Not sure what was going on I walked on to my AP US History class. I was either the first or the second person in the room when a guy named Andy walked in the door, dragging behind him two pieces of papper. He looked excited and shocked, he asked me “Did you hear about the World Trade Center bombing?” Because this was my history class I figured he was quizzing me, I guessed at the date of the last bombing, “1993, with a truck bomb, right?” Then he shoved the pieces of paper in my face, they were photographs of the WTC on fire. Not wanting to believe it I said, “You need to be carefull about those internet hoaxes, like the one about the girl getting aides from a movie theatre seat, they are all lies.” I cant remember exactly what he said after that, but he told me it was true. Rumors spread all around our school that day, I refused to believe them. I thought they were all rumors. I can picture the spanish teacher crying because she had known someone in one of the towers.
I didn’t realize how true it was untill I got home and had a chance to look at the news, New York City was covered with smoke, and the sky line looked like it’s eyes had ben poked out. I got alot of stories from friends, like someone who was called down with the national gaurd to clean up, he said it was the so much worse in person. He was quite disturbed by it. One of my teachers was absent on 9/11 at a funeral for his grandmother. One of his cousins skipped work that day to attend the same funeral. His cousin worked in the WTC, if it weren’t for his grandmother’s death and her funeral, my teacher’s cousin would have died. That spanish teacher I mentioned earlier, crying for he lost loved one, that loved one missed her subway car. Late for work, she was not in the building at the time of the attacks.
Now every day I go to history class, I look at the exact spot that I was standing when I first heard and I think, how could I have not believed it. And recently I have ben visiting internet sites like this to prevent myself from forgeting an all too real dissaster that struck so close to home. It seems so many others have already forgotten as they bicker about meaningless things, concerning themselves with trivial matters and ignoring life. It has made me realize that poeple will always let us down, and that we must set our eyes higher then mortal things, and focus on a loving God, who must of wept the day the towers came down.