i wasnt picked up at school, i didnt see why some people were picked up, new york is over 1500 miles away from alabama, we could have finished out the day, and then go home to watch the news bout what happened
i remember this day. i was in fifth grade and i was at home getting ready for school when i turned on the tv and saw it happened. i remember that i really didnt think anything of it. i was really dumb back then. then i went to school and my teacher didnt talk about it or anything. but the day after we did do this project with the american flag.
your words of scilence and respect have amazed me, mr zero. for i was conviced that you were one of only arogance. i have been wrong about you, and i also will not post today.
I remember exactly where I was and what I was doing. Sophomore year, I was in chemistry class. We were doing a lab and my partner had given me the matches and I was happily burning things, when suddenly another teacher came and and whispered something to my chem teacher. He had us clean up (even though we were in the middle of a lab), and about a minute later they made an announcement over the loudspeaker. They really didn't tell us that much as to what happened (because I guess they really didn't know at that point), but basically in every class the rest of the day we had a radio on, or if there was a TV in the classroom we had that on so we could see/hear the news. In fact, I remember that during my drama class we couldn't get the TV to pick up any stations so we somehow made an antenna out of a paperclip so we could watch the news. It was really terrible.
I was sleeping when it happened. My mom came in and woke me up and said "we're under attack". Of course, being half asleep I had no idea what she was talking about. At first I thought there were some robbers attacking our house or something. Then I turned on the TV, totally unbelievable. I skipped school that day and a friend of mine came over to watch the news.
Yeah, she woke me up and I was tired and didn't feel like getting out of bed. And once I woke up a little I realized that she probably didn't mean that there were people attacking our house, but our country. So naturally, I switched on the TV.
Captain Rex and I were getting ready to go to school. His parents turned on the TV and were getting very emotional about it. We thought they were overreacting because we're little stupid kids like that...
it seems like yesterday...
i was at home at that time, i was only 11, and i was watching tv waiting for cartoons... but on tv, i could see only the twin burning so many peorple dirty, scared, they were screaming, and i started to cry, because my parents were so nervous, and i could feel it!
any way, i couldnt belive it! but over all, i remenber the cars they walked so slowly on the street and evryone was scared and incapable to think about anything... i didnt sleeped that night!
I was at home the whole day as high school hadn't started for me yet. I first heard about it in the morning on Sac's local sports radio show. The morning guys show was pretty wacky, so it was pretty strange when I heard them all serious talking about a attack. When I first saw it, I didn't really now what to think as I had never seen anything like that and it was just so unbelievable. For the next few days I was almost like a zombie, not knowing what to do, what to think. Two days after the attacks my dog died, which really was painfully for me because I was very close to that dog and to have those two things back to back really hurt me emotionally. I still turn my head when the images of that day are shown, as it's just to sad and devastating to watch.
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I remember this as vividly as the day I watched the carnage unfold at Columbine.
I got a phone call from my husband between 9 and 10 in the morning. He asked me if I could believe what was happening. I asked him what was happening, and he told me to turn on the tv. He told me a plane had hit one of the twin towers. I got a shiver down my spine and told him I didn't think it was an accident. The next plane then hit the second tower. He asked me how I knew it wasn'nt an accident. I didn't know, I just had a feeling. For about a half hour, I allowed my children to watch along with me--until the first tower fell.
My then 4-year-old son suggested we get in the car and head to NY to help put out the fires and save the people. I turned on some cartoons for them and watched more on the tv in my room. I didn't think they needed to see anymore, but I could do nothing but watch and cry for the better part of the day.
Three years later, I still cry whenever I think about that day--and I can't even imagine the horror of having been there--or losing a member of your family to such an attack. I never thought something of that magnitude (save for a possbile nuclear strike or other airbourne assault in the mid 80's or early 90's) would occur on our own soil.
Sickest part of all this is that there were mass celebrations by Muslim groups all over the world today. In locations such as London, Berlin, Amsterdam, Tripoli, and Tehran.
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i wasnt picked up at school, i didnt see why some people were picked up, new york is over 1500 miles away from alabama, we could have finished out the day, and then go home to watch the news bout what happened
Sep 11th, 2004 04:42 PM
