I was in the 11th grade, and it was picture day. Classes were suspended until all the students had their pictures taken, so we were all in our home rooms. I was in student council, so we had our own home room set aside so we could complete class business before classes began in the morning. Our teacher came in and turned on the TV showing that two planes had just crashed into the World Trade Center buildings, another into the Pentagon, and another was still missing. The news story listed the flight numbers, and one of my classmates ran from the room. It wasn’t until later that we were told his father was on the second plane that hit the towers. It was an awful day as we all sat and watched the towers burn and fall. The pictures we took that day will always mean something different to us than just a yearbook photo.