Sitting in class was difficult that morning. I remember looking at the people around me – some were crying, other just sat and thought about the events that had taken place just a few minutes before. We all had so many questions that remain unanswered. Then, the bell rang and everybody was off to lunch. The hall was not nearly as loud and crazy as it usually was. People were hugging their friends and rushing to the pay phones to call their families. No word can describe the atmosphere of the school.
For as bad as school was, going home and watching the news was even worse. Actually seeing the footage of the planes crashing was very disturbing. I could not believe how easily the planes were high jacked and crashed into major buildings.
About a week after the tragedy, I began to notice how united we were as Americans. Flags were placed on cars, houses, and clothing. People were working diligently to save lives and comfort those who lost loved ones. People stood on the side of the road for hours holding candles and flags, just to keep spirits up. Ceremonies and vigils took place in remembrance of those who died. People of all classes donated money. As Americans we put all of our other issues, and concentrated on helping each other.
Even though America will never be the same, I experienced a tragic event that touched millions of Americans emotionally, physically, and mentally. My heart goes out to the many men and women who died trying to save the lives of others.
By J.D. age 17