Post #12: My Time, My Story

I was sitting in my ninth grade Spanish class. The television was to the left of the classroom pushed up in to the corner of the ceiling. Everything was going normal as it should be. We were learning our daily Spanish vocabulary, and memorizing verb tenses. Nothing too special. All of a sudden something happened. This something has changed the lives of everyone all over the country, and even the world. Except at the time I did not know it was such a big thing.

So I was sitting in my desk minding my own business when my Spanish teacher turned on the television. I thought, Wow she is actually going to be nice today and let us watch television. Everyone just stared at the television in silence. No one spoke a word. What I saw, and what everyone else saw, was so real. I saw every detail. It made me curious at first, but then I was scared. In the next few minutes the announcements came on and the school was informed about what was going on. School was then dismissed. As I was walking out of school to wait for my ride I noticed a variety of different emotions on peoples faces. Some were laughing, some crying, and some with no emotion what so ever. People were calling the school’s office phone off the hook. Students received calls that a family member has died or been injured. It was a mess. I can not really remember my exact feelings on that day, September 11, 2001. All I know is that I did not really think anything of it at the time. It has been a little over four years since that day in my life.

Little did I know that the situation on that day, September 11^th, would lead our country to war. I still am not sure why we are at war, and with whom we are at war with. All I know is that the day I was sitting in Spanish class was the most confusing, and scary day of my entire life. That day has changed the lives of everyone around the country whether they know it or not. Every time people use planes as transportation, see a flag sticker on the bumper of a car, or just simply drive by the pentagon on the way to work, we remember. I remember all the time.