9/11 3 Years Ago
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Bradylama
So Old I'm Losing Radiation Signs
I have a terrible memory, and can barely remember what I was doing last week (I know I was at college 
) let alone several years ago. As melodramatic as this sounds, however, I'll never forget what I was doing on 9/11.
It was my Junior year of High School, and I was getting into my first period, which was American Literature. People were talking about a plane crashing into the WTC, and I thought it was something small like a Cesna. The Principal came on the intercom and announced that a plane had crashed into the World Trade Center that hour as well, but I still couldn't believe that it was something on the scale of a commercial jet liner.
As I was walking into my next period, which was Advanced Placement American History, some jackass walked down the hall saying that "A plane crashed into the World Trade Center and it collapsed! IT WAS SO COOL!" I thought he was joking, a disaster of that magnitude was inconceivable.
My history teacher, a short woman of Japanese descent, was as curious as we were about the Principal's announcement and the random statements that were coming from the hallways. So in lieu of beginning the day's assignments, she turned on the tv to see what all the hub-bub was about.
Watching the news, we all first learned about the airliners that crashed into the WTC and the Pentagon, and the plane that was still unnacounted for. Watching the first tower collapse filled everyone with a sense of disbelief. This could have never happen, it had to be a joke. One of the more informed girls in our class said that 50,000 people worked in the towers every day, which put things into perspective, as our town has a population of 50,000. As the second tower collapsed, however, I was filled with neither sadness nor hopelesness, but an overwhelming bloodlust. An insatiable drive for vengeance. I've never been in a more pure state of rage in my life, and recalling it frightens me to this day.
The jackasses in my third hour, which was a math class, say the event as an excuse to get out of doing work, but our teacher made us do it anyway. It was hard to work on anything considering what I had just seen 30 minutes earlier.
In my Junior and Senior years I was a part of a vocational program at the local Tech school, so the last half of my school day was spent there. As my friend Tyson came into the IT building, he was redfaced, and moving with a swift pace. He was severely pissed off, as were all of us. We couldn't do any work, so we and our instructor huddled into the video library and continued to watch the news for the next 3 hours.
On that day I would've done anything, and I felt so powerless and impotent in my town high school. The only thing I regret about that day was that I could do nothing.
) let alone several years ago. As melodramatic as this sounds, however, I'll never forget what I was doing on 9/11.It was my Junior year of High School, and I was getting into my first period, which was American Literature. People were talking about a plane crashing into the WTC, and I thought it was something small like a Cesna. The Principal came on the intercom and announced that a plane had crashed into the World Trade Center that hour as well, but I still couldn't believe that it was something on the scale of a commercial jet liner.
As I was walking into my next period, which was Advanced Placement American History, some jackass walked down the hall saying that "A plane crashed into the World Trade Center and it collapsed! IT WAS SO COOL!" I thought he was joking, a disaster of that magnitude was inconceivable.
My history teacher, a short woman of Japanese descent, was as curious as we were about the Principal's announcement and the random statements that were coming from the hallways. So in lieu of beginning the day's assignments, she turned on the tv to see what all the hub-bub was about.
Watching the news, we all first learned about the airliners that crashed into the WTC and the Pentagon, and the plane that was still unnacounted for. Watching the first tower collapse filled everyone with a sense of disbelief. This could have never happen, it had to be a joke. One of the more informed girls in our class said that 50,000 people worked in the towers every day, which put things into perspective, as our town has a population of 50,000. As the second tower collapsed, however, I was filled with neither sadness nor hopelesness, but an overwhelming bloodlust. An insatiable drive for vengeance. I've never been in a more pure state of rage in my life, and recalling it frightens me to this day.
The jackasses in my third hour, which was a math class, say the event as an excuse to get out of doing work, but our teacher made us do it anyway. It was hard to work on anything considering what I had just seen 30 minutes earlier.
In my Junior and Senior years I was a part of a vocational program at the local Tech school, so the last half of my school day was spent there. As my friend Tyson came into the IT building, he was redfaced, and moving with a swift pace. He was severely pissed off, as were all of us. We couldn't do any work, so we and our instructor huddled into the video library and continued to watch the news for the next 3 hours.
On that day I would've done anything, and I felt so powerless and impotent in my town high school. The only thing I regret about that day was that I could do nothing.
perfectdark28
First time out of the vault
She had alot of family in NYC, though none who worked in the Towers. There were people out of class all day though, making phone calls to parents or family who were in danger.
