p.98 #1 September 11th- Jeremy Collins

I was in tenth grade on September 11, 2001. During my first class our teacher walked in and told us a plane just crashed into one of the World Trade Center towers. We were all shocked, but like the teacher we thought it was just a terrible accident. He abandoned his lecture and talked about the frailty of life for the rest of class.

I sat in the back left of the classroom. That's where I was when I first heard. That's where I was when the second plane hit but we had no idea. Our teacher never turned on the t.v. It was after class in the hall when I heard a second plane had hit the other tower. I was at a loss trying to fathom what was happening. When I got to my second class, feelings of anger, hate, and revenge took me over as I watched the towers disintegrate and fall down. It took my innocence with it and, for a moment, my humanity.