QOTD 9/11

mbuckley85 · September 2012

I was a sophomore in high school. Some of the teachers were showing the coverage, but none were mine. I ended up hearing bits and pieces from the students who had seen it then catching it when I got home.

robije7 · September 2012

I didn't really find out much until I got home from school that day 8th grade I live about 1520 from NYC and there were unfortunately a lot of students who lost parents/family members so the school was trying to keep it quiet as to not cause hysteria. Our teachers went on like nothing happened but you could tell they all had glossy eyes and something was happening. 2 of my neighbors lost their husbands so when I got off the bus our street was packed with cars from those neighbors family/friends and thats when I ran in and asked my mom what was going on.

amandaorgan · September 2012

I was a freshman in high school sitting in zero hour drama class. I remember our teacher, Mrs. Schloss turned on the TV and she was acting SO DRAMATIC. I didn't fully understand what was going on, but once the second plane hit - it hit, me too. I remember feeling so guilty that I thought our drama teacher was a bit over the top. To this day, I still feel guilty about my initial reaction.

I don't really remember the rest of the day at school, but I was very active in my church at the time and I remember making, no, literally forcing, my mom to drive me to church for an evening prayer group that got together last minute. It's hard to think that it was that long ago - I had just turned 14!

I just wanted to say how thankful I am for all of our troops, firefighters and police officers - not just in NY - but nation wide.

xxjen015 · September 2012

I was in 8th grade. I think it happened when I was in 2nd period band. I don't remember a lot of people discussing it in the hallways, but my 3rd period was almost directly next to the band room. It was US History. Our teacher had the TV on and she was tearing up, frantically calling one of her friends that lived in NYC and worked nearby. I knew it was bad because she was always so put together, and to see her falling apart really shook us all.

sedoniger · September 2012

I was a junior in college, living less than 1 mile from the Pentagon. I felt the crash and it actually woke me up, earlier than my alarm was scheduled to go off. I wasn't sure what it was at the time, so got up and got ready for class. There was so much commotion in the streets of DC. People were running everywhere and you could see the smoke from the Pentagon crash. It was very difficult to get in touch with my family to tell them I was ok. I'll never forget that day.

snuff9861 · September 2012

I was a freshman in highschool. I remember it was our clubs period and we were sitting in a classroom glued to the TVs watching the events unfold.

Heather613 · September 2012

I was sitting in 7th grade geography class.

Ali092011 · September 2012

I was a junior in high school and I was sitting in health class. The principal waited until the end of the period to get on the intercom and tell us. I remember how absolutely silent the halls were as everyone went from class to their homeroom. Everyone was in shock and no one understood what was going on. When we got to homeroom, we crowded around the TV and watched as much as we could. I saw the second plane hit live.

September 11th is always a really hard day for me. I still can't wrap my head around that kind of loss and I don't know if I'll ever really get over it. I always think this will be the year when I don't cry about it, but that still hasn't happened.

ReyesToy · September 2012

I was a sophomore in HS and we walked into 2nd period, coincidentally AP US History, and our teacher who is usually obnoxiously loud was really quiet at his desk. We sat down staring at him and he said "Today, we won't be having class. We're going to watch TV and remember where we are at this moment in history" then he turned on the news.

violakat03 · September 2012

I was a junior in high school. Like a PP, I was home sick that day with an upset stomach. I always slept with my radio on, so I was laying in bed listening to it after my mom called me in. She was between jobs at the time, so she was at home also.

I remember hearing the first news that a plane had crashed into the WTC and thinking that was bizarre. I drifted in and out of sleep and missed the news of the second plane, but my mom came running down the hall way saying another plane had struck and it was not an accident. Within a few minutes, they announced over the radio that the Pentagon had been hit. I immediately got out of bed and went to the living room. My best friend's aunt worked at the Pentagon, so I called my friend's mom to see if she knew if BJ was ok. I was relieved to find out she was working out of a different office that week.

I sat in the living room the rest of the day, watching the news with my mom. We both cried, shocked, as the first tower fell. When the second tower fell, we were holding each other up. At around noon, the local schools released early.

I grew up next to one of the largest Air Force bases in the country. Our house was under the flight path for Wright-Patterson, and we heard cargo jets and fighters scrambling, then eerie silence for several hours. The local news reported that the base was going on lockdown and the threat condition was raised to Delta, the strictest, for the first time. The schools had released to make sure the students could get home before lockdown. Our school remained closed the next day as well and no one was allowed on or off the base.

Sometime in the afternoon, our house shook with a deafening boom. Because the plane that crashed in Shanksville had turned around over Ohio and scared the wits out of all of us when it was reported that it'd lost contact with air traffic control, we all thought the worst had happened - a fifth plane, striking somewhere very close to home. We knew Wright-Patt could have been a target, or several places in downtown Dayton. Several of our neighbors rushed outside to see if they could see anything. I stood in the street talking to them, and someone said the news was reporting the VA hospital in downtown was on fire.

We found out about an hour later that the fire was unrelated - the boom we'd heard was a fighter jet leaving Springfield Air Base and breaking the sound barrier over a residential area - something that was not supposed to happen. I hadn't heard a sonic boom since my very early childhood, before they were restricted.

Unlike the rest of the world, our airspace was not silent in the following days. We received fighter planes from other air bases and then sent them out to points further east. We sent out massive cargo jets to carry humanitarian aid, search and rescue teams, and equipment to NYC. If anything, it was louder overhead than I'd ever heard before.

I know this is long, but as a member of an Air Force family, living next to Wright-Patt and being so directly affected the day of, and then seeing friends' parents and within years, my friends, becoming involved in the war in Afghanistan, really made a huge mark on my young life. I knew people who went to Ground Zero to help with rescue and recovery efforts. My small town lost a soldier to the war last year, and it was someone from my graduating class, someone I'd grown up with since kindergarten. 9/11/01 is a day that changed my life, a day that changed the life of everyone in my city, and a day that anyone alive that day will never forget.

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