It wasn't until my third period drama class that I actually found out what was going on. I had heard from my dad that morning that a plane had crashed into a building, and my second period teacher mentioned it. However, it wasn't until Mr. Dias brought out the TV that we actually got to see the crashes and understand that it wasn't just a plane into a building. It was the collapse of the tallest building in the U.S. and the death of thousands.
Since then, it hasn't really touched my life. I didn't know anyone in there, and I didn't know anyone who knew anyone there (at least that they told me). It was more the fact that it can still bring silence to a room, and it can still bring people to tears.
"Where were you" by Allen Jackson seems to typify what this weeks set of blogs are about. "Where were you when the world stopped turning, that September day?"
I was a freshman who didn't know anything about the world, but even I could understand the impact of the day.
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