I was beginning 9th grade in September, 2001. I was shy, and I was already nervous about high school. I was in English class when the attack happened in New York. I don’t even remember at what point school was let out early due to what was happening in the U.S. I remember being very confused, because I didn’t know what was going on, or why school had been let out, or even really where to go. I knew my mother was at a doctor’s appointment and wouldn’t be home, and I did not have a key to the house at that point. But I had no where else to go (as I had not made any friends yet to go to their houses) so I walked – for the very first time from that high school – home by myself. It was scary, as I wasn’t really sure if I was going the right way. I knew I didn’t live far from the school – but I was trying to remember which road(s) my mother drove me to school on. I got to my street and went to a neighbor’s house, where I learned what happened in New York. After that day, just as I thought things were back to normal, we had a bomb threat (or 2) at my high school. So very scary first month of high school for me.