I hardly even remembered the other day what the date was. Last year it was plastered all over the newspapers and there were candlight vigils and things that made it impossible to forget. I felt pretty dumn remembering the date sometime after dark.
But I still remember that day. I should put that in my journal too...but I don't think I'll ever forget. I heard about the first plane driving the 8 blocks to my school. My first class was American Problems...ironic. I was one of the first to know, I told my teacher as did my friend Dan - he heard on the way too. He turned on the TV and we waited for information. Our principal wandered in and watched with us. I made some offhand comment about terrorists that haunts me to this day. Because not too long afterwards we heard about the other plane.
Everyone passed through the halls from one class to the next waiting for the next bit of information. Some people joked, some people were obviously in shock, and some of us weren't mentally there at all.
Lunch was horrible. I still remember the ashen look on Bill's face and the terror everyone of us felt as he told us that before they reinstated the draft, he could be pulled even at 17 because he was all signed up for the army. Before I could worry about my classmates or my brother, we all had to face the fact that Bill was going to be one of the first to go. Wherever the hell they were going.
I came home and turned on the news...I never do that...but dad came home and we were glued to the TV until the evening. Over and over I watched the video footage.
Over the days following, I found out Batina and Michelle were both in NY during that time...Batina only blocks from WTC. A friend of my friend Matt was killed in the Pentagon.
At the end of our senior year we made a trip to Washington DC and saw them work on the Pentagon...
I can't forget any of it. Every time I watch a movie set in New York I see it.
Where was I when I heard? In my car driving down Pearl St driving past S Argyle st...just about to turn into my high school parking lot...
Every image is etched into my brain...and music videos and tribute music are all over my computer.
So yeah, I babbled too much about this...but I couldn't sum it up shorter than that.
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Date: 2003-09-13 01:10 pm (UTC)But I still remember that day. I should put that in my journal too...but I don't think I'll ever forget. I heard about the first plane driving the 8 blocks to my school. My first class was American Problems...ironic. I was one of the first to know, I told my teacher as did my friend Dan - he heard on the way too. He turned on the TV and we waited for information. Our principal wandered in and watched with us. I made some offhand comment about terrorists that haunts me to this day. Because not too long afterwards we heard about the other plane.
Everyone passed through the halls from one class to the next waiting for the next bit of information. Some people joked, some people were obviously in shock, and some of us weren't mentally there at all.
Lunch was horrible. I still remember the ashen look on Bill's face and the terror everyone of us felt as he told us that before they reinstated the draft, he could be pulled even at 17 because he was all signed up for the army. Before I could worry about my classmates or my brother, we all had to face the fact that Bill was going to be one of the first to go. Wherever the hell they were going.
I came home and turned on the news...I never do that...but dad came home and we were glued to the TV until the evening. Over and over I watched the video footage.
Over the days following, I found out Batina and Michelle were both in NY during that time...Batina only blocks from WTC. A friend of my friend Matt was killed in the Pentagon.
At the end of our senior year we made a trip to Washington DC and saw them work on the Pentagon...
I can't forget any of it. Every time I watch a movie set in New York I see it.
Where was I when I heard? In my car driving down Pearl St driving past S Argyle st...just about to turn into my high school parking lot...
Every image is etched into my brain...and music videos and tribute music are all over my computer.
So yeah, I babbled too much about this...but I couldn't sum it up shorter than that.