It all seemed like a dream. I was going to my 4th period Politics and Government class when my teacher told us to go to the lacture hall. Confused, we all made our way to the room. On the way there, our principal came over the loudspeaker and told us that the World Trade Center had been hit with an airplane. Still not grasping the severity of the matter, I just kept walking, think about getting my homework done for the next period class.

However, when I arrived at the lecture room. I noticed a TV being set-up. Amazed, I, along with the other 300 kids in the room, watched as the North Tower came crashing down. I knew then that life would never be the same.

More than eight months have passed since that tragic day and in a few days I will be graduating from high school, but I will always remember what happened that fateful day. Just another day…or so we thought.