On the morning of September 11th, I returned to my dormroom after my 8:10 class. When I started walking down my wing in my dorm, people were running around telling everyone to turn on their television. They were all saying, “You’re never going to believe this!”

For the next hour, some friends and I sat glued to the television, watching over and over, the horrible pictures of the planes flying into the World Trade Centers. All we could do was cry, and hope and pray that our families were safe. Immediately, I called my older brother and Dad who said that they were ok.

For the entire week, all of my classes had discussions involving Sept. 11th. Some people had family members who just barely escaped, which made me realize that people so close to me, right here where I go to school were affected by something that happened so far away from us.

From this day on, I will never forget that sorrowful day. It still makes my stomach cramp up. My generation has never seen terrorism, or lived through wars or bomb threats like my parents. Now, we have seen and experienced what it is like to be scared. Now, we understand that we are not safe and that for one second, we can let down our guards. GOD BLESS AMERICA.