I was at Westhill High School in Stamford, CT beginning my Freshman year. The day began just like any other day. I had just finished my second and third period class and when I was heading to my fourth period class when I overheard people talking about a plane crashing into one of the Twin Towers in New York. I dismissed it as bullshit. As I proceeded to walk towards my class, I managed to head in the direction of the school’s library. As I looked in the library, I noticed a group of students and a couple of teachers huddled around a TV set watching the events unfold. Then as I advanced closer to see what it was they were watching, I saw the second plane hit the South Tower. People around me started screaming and crying. I was shocked beyond comprehension. I was then thinking about my dad. My father is a news cameraman for ABC 7 Eyewitness News and I knew that he was gonna be covering this event and I wanted to hear from him to know that he was okay. The day continued, eventually we had lunch. I had two more classes left in the day. I entered and saw my teacher listening to a radio and I heard that both towers were destroyed. I really needed to call my mother to ask if she heard anything from Dad. I didn’t have a cellphone at the time so I had to borrow my educational assistant’s cellphone and called Mom. I asked her if she heard from Dad she told me â€œNo, but I have to go pick up your sister, they’re letting kids out early today.â€ So I was still thinking about Dad and wondering if he was okay. I went home and saw that everyone was glued to the TV and watching the events unfold. Eventually, I did hear that Dad was okay. As it turns out, he was blocks away when the buildings collapsed. On September 12th, I finally saw Dad come home but was physically shook up by what had happened.