Vapors | Reflecting on 9/11
-Pic by Extra Credit Projects-Hard to Believe its been 12 years already right?! One day that Nobody can Forget, Especially here in New York City…
For me it was more of a Day of Confusion & Questions than anything else. September 11, 2001 i was no more than 2-3 days into my Freshman Year in High School. New School, New Place, New People
So much Confusion, not to mention i was sitting in my French Class. When a bunch of people where talking, then
the Announcement over the Intercom that one of the Twin Towers had been hit by a Plane.. & shortly after the Second one
the same fate. Class & School were basically on Halt for that day, while Teachers & Students alike rushed to check on
Family and Loved ones that work in or around the World Trade Center. Crying in Hallways because nobody was picking up
on the other end. Outside was in more confusion, with News Channels Scrambling for Updates and Facts.
Most Trains & Buses not Running, first regret of picking a School an Hour a way from Home. Finally g0t most of the Facts
and Realized that the World Trade Center was the same place i went with my 8 grade Class 3 months prior & i couldn’t
help to wonder what became of the Guy with the horrible service in the cafeteria, or the cool dude that ran the Elevator.
Same night Sharing info with my neighbors and amazed at how lucky my friend sister was for waking up late that morning
and missing her interview that was scheduled the same time as they Attacks. -Mugzy Mcfly 9/11/01 My second day of my Freshman Year of High School. Twelve years seems like nothing when I close my eyes and can relive every emotion of the day. My day started off stunning, I was 14 traveling to Manhattan alone, I felt like a grown woman. Until the middle of Global History when we heard about the planes hitting the World Trade Center and I quickly found the native child in myself. Strangers surrounded me; my first instinct was that of fear, my stepfather worked directly across the street from WTC and my mom worked very close in the surrounding neighborhood. Once the details of the terror attack began to unfold the student body was moved to the gymnasium, where we were told that our names would be called once someone came for us, or there was means for us to go home. I sat in worry not knowing if there would even be that someone for me, as my mind raced, and my heart grew weak I heard my name over the loud speaker. The sheer joy, I felt when I walked to the office and found my mother waiting to carry me home or so I thought. My mom was the director of an NYU dorm at the time and she had to go back to work to make sure the students had the proper emergency set up, at least I’d be with her. The subway system was down, my mother and I walked the NYC streets from 56th Street and 1st ave where my school was located to 4th Street and 10th Ave. The chaos I witnessed, traveling in the direction of Ground Zero is indescribable, especially since everyone seemed to be going the other way. I spent my whole life in NYC and never have I seen so many people stricken with fear or nor have I ever experienced so much solidarity amongst us. I spent the next 9 hours watching the City from the 14th floor of Brittany a NYU dorm and eventually got a ride home to the Bronx (which was a blessing since most roads were in the means of being shut down). Like many New Yorkers and people of our country that day changed my outlook on life and the people in it. It made me grateful for the people who risk their lives to make sure the citizens of this country are safe. To all the lives of the people who suffered at the hands of the unfortunate event and the souls we lost on that day, you are appreciated. -RawrSavvy I remember sitting waiting for the first class to start and some of my classmates were being picked up already. Which at the time puzzled me… I mean we just got to school that morning. As time went on you hear over the loud speaker more and more students were being picked up. Still wasn’t sure what was happening …After lunch I attended my history class it was only like 13 of us out of a class of 30…. my teacher got a call saying my mom was there to get me. I asked her what was going on and she told me , I didn’t know what to comprehend until I got home and seen the horrific scenes captured. It only made me think we would be in danger for the years to come. Till this day I’m grateful for the brave men and woman that protect and serve our Nation. Those images are still unreal to me up to this day. I pray for those who lost anyone in that tragedy and I pray that God not only bless America but The World. -Buelller “A plane has hit the World Trade Center!” There I was, 11 years old clutching the blue attendance folder my teacher directed me to hand in to the main office. Wide-eyed and curious, I watched all the school staff members fall silent as they listened to the radio. “Oh my God!”Shock and panic were displayed on their faces as I stood there invisible, paralyzed in fear, not sure what to do. Memories seem to blur in fast speed as I remember being able to see smoke in the sky from my classroom window as the students seem to decrease in numbers every second. Current news was, there were now two planes that had hit the WTC and parents were rushing in to retrieve their children. At the time my father was working at the airport and I remember his phone going to voicemail as my teacher encouraged me to try all the numbers I knew until I reached someone. No answer. In fact I remember walking home alone that day still uncertain about what had happened.
It wasn’t until images of people crying, running away from the black cloud of smoke pouring from the towers and President Bush’s face staring at me on my TV screen, that it hit me. No textbook could adequately describe the vivid images imprinted in my memory. Nor can it begin to describe the great loss our Nation suffered. Brave men and women risked their lives to save victims caught in the fiery remains. Through the tears, pain and heartache, I remember strangers consoling and supporting one another as they grew closer in the midst of terror and mayhem.
United we stand- That moment in my life I can always remember it like it was yesterday. I was attending Richard R Green middle school in my science class, Ms. J Harris was my teacher at the time. It was very hard for her to tell us the terrifying news about what took place 30 mins earlier. I had a bad feeling & for some reason was prepare for the worse after the school made announcements for all students to return back to homeroom. The moment I got the new the first thing that came to mind is how can this happen & why were we under attack. That walk home from school was the longest walk home, their was a numb feeling in the streets & there was a dark cloud that came with pain & everyone windows was covered with debris so don’t think we’ll never forget that day. The topic of conversation in my house was about my uncle who’s in the marine (my mother’s lil brother) I’ll always remember that call my mother got and the talk I had with him “always stand by your mother’s side no matter what I’ll be home soon” she refuses to talk about that to this day. I still can’t remember how I went to sleep but the morning after it seemed like the world stop moving.
“Hence, when able to attack, we must seem unable; when using our forces, we must seem inactive; when we are near, we must make the enemy believe we are far away; when far away, we must make him believe we are near”
-(Art of War)
That’s a perfect example or Quote of how I felt that day
-King Dre Van Damme
Where were you on the Morning of September 11, 2001 ?! Can you Remember how you Felt?
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