Tag: September 11

Where I was on 9/11

twintowers

Adapted from an essay of the same title, originally published September 11, 2011

I thought it was an accident. When my high school principal announced over the PA system that the World Trade Center had been hit by a plane. I distinctly remember hearing someone in the back of the class mutter, “terrorism.”

It’s an interesting juxtaposition sixteen years later. In some ways, it seems like a lifetime ago. While at the same time, I remember it like it was yesterday. Almost every year on September 11, I watch different documentaries about that day. And it’s never any less shocking that that happened. Continue reading “Where I was on 9/11”

Where I was on 9/11

twintowers

Based on an essay of the same title, originally published September 11, 2011

I thought it was an accident. When my high school principal announced over the PA system that the World Trade Center had been hit by a plane. I distinctly remember hearing someone in the back of the class mutter, “terrorism.”

I was taking a quiz in my third period geometry class fifteen years ago. I was 15 years old, and a sophomore in high school.

I’ve changed a lot over these last fifteen years; we’ve all changed a lot over these last ten years. Continue reading “Where I was on 9/11”

Where I was on 9/11


photo courtesy of Flickr Creative Commons. Julien Menichini

This week, so much has been written about 9/11. So many documentaries and television specials have aired. I haven’t really watched any of it, nor have I read the articles. It’s not that I don’t care about what happened a decade ago. I care a great deal. Like all other Americans who remember that day, September 11, 2001 left an indelible mark on me. But I don’t need a documentary to remember what happened. It’s a day about which I constantly think.
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