This has nothing to do with the class, but I want to bring your attention to the fact that you are probably among the youngest "eye witnesses" of the 9/11 attack that will be able to tell -- many years from now -- where you were and what you were doing when you heard of it (probably you were already in school or on your way to it.)
You will be asked by younger generations to tell your story as you remember it. It may be worth for you to write down your memories now that those events are still fresh in your mind. In the future you will be able to go back and re-visit details that inevitably will slip from memory.
NOT REQUIRED: use 'comment' to tell your classmates ONE LITTLE DETAIL that in your memory is associated with 9/11. EX: at that time I was living in SoHo and for a week or two that area was open only to residents. I remember having to show my driver's license in order to get back to my apt. To this day, whenever I see police barricades, those wooden, light blue barriers used to cordon off a street, my mind immediately brings back the images and sounds of those days.
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ReplyDeleteI remember being in school and my teacher got a call saying that the first tower was hit and to alert people. The loud speaker came on and told everyone the news and shortly after we all started running out of the classrooms and our parents had to be called. Going home I saw so many people with worried faces on and a lot we're crying. By the time the second tower hit near where I live there was ash falling from the sky. Now this was surprising everyone because this was happening in sheepshead and Brighton beach. I was young so I don't remember much at the time that it all was happening I really couldn't put it all together. All I knew was that me and my family were safe and something was happening in Manhatten. To later hear how much people lost brings me to feel very sorry for the families of people that lost their lives.
ReplyDeleteI remember when the twin towers fell on September 11, 2001. I was in second grade learning in class when my principal came into the room and informed us on what had happened. Fear struck me. I thought the world wasn't going to be the same from that day and on. Very graphic thoughts of terrorists taking over and massively killing people in my neighborhood and city was going through my head. My principles and teachers immediately called my parents to come pick me up. Luckily, my school was only two blocks away from my house. My mom rushed over to pick me up. Newspapers, black ashes, and white particles fell from the sky. When we got home, we watched the news. I remember feeling very relieved that none of my loved ones were in that area at that time. However, I was in deep sorrow for all the Hereos and family's who had lost their loved ones. I will definitely never forget September 11, 2001.
ReplyDeleteSeptember 11, 2001: It was just like any regular day in my second grade class until alarms started going off. I thought it was a drill at first, but we were sitting against the wall with our heads covered for a little longer than usual. One by one kids were getting picked up, until it was my turn. My mom never picked me up from school so I knew it was serious. My mom looked in a panic but she did not mention anything. I remember the news was playing over the radio, but if it wasn't music, I wasn't paying attention to it. We stopped at the bagel shop before we finally went home. As we got to the door, my father was in uniform, which was strange because he always worked the over night shift. She gave him a bagel and gave him a kiss, then all of my siblings gave him a kiss, he was off to the Twin Towers. My mom then told me what was going on, it was scary. He was responding as a Police Officer, but we knew that he was still active military and could be sent overseas. We are blessed he made it home the next morning.
ReplyDeleteIt was a sad and scary day. What I remember most is how people thought another attack might be coming. The school I went to, did not tell us what was going on that morning. Many of my fellow students had parents that worked in the city, so they didn't want panic. I can see why they didn't tell us, but I do think in some way they should have.
ReplyDeleteUnlike other kids my age on this day, I wasn't in school. I was actually in a day camp that morning which was less than a block away from my school. All I really remember was my cousin picking me up early and I didn't know why but I was really excited to be able to go home early. But as the day went on and the news kept flooding in with what happened, I felt increasingly scared because I knew something bad had just happened and I was also terrified because while most of my family were home watching the news, we were all still waiting for my mom to get home which didn't happen until late into the evening because she worked Downtown. I also remember my aunt was supposed to go to work that day (she worked in the basement of one of the towers) and she called out sick to attend a funeral which she didn't end up going to either. It was one of the first times I ever felt like God really does have a plan for all of us and that she was not meant to be in that building that day.
ReplyDeleteI can’t remember much from that day but I remember being in a car with my two sisters. It was a regular day, we all were laughing and talking like little kids do. The news was on in the car and I remember my father stopping the car and telling us all to be quiet. We all were confused, especially when my parents both began to frantically talk about a plane crashing. It didn’t register to me, and that was all I heard about it from my family. The next time I went to school we had a long moment of silence for all the lives lost which made me realize that this was serious. The moments of silence continued for weeks in my elementary school.
ReplyDeleteOn that day I was in middle school - 7th or 8th grade, I can't remember exactly which. When the towers got hit it was in between periods. By the time I got to my next class, which was Wood Shop, my teacher had the news turned on and looked as if he had been crying. When everyone got to their tables in their assigned seats, he had told us what happened. Shortly after that, an announcement came on the speakers telling all the students that school was ending early that day.
ReplyDeleteOn 9/11, I was still living in Buenos Aires, Argentina. I remember being in 2nd grade and my mom being at the dentist. She actually picked me up, took me home and we watched the news for the remainder of the day. Although I was thousands of miles away, we as a society were absolutely struck by what occurred and stopped whatever we were doing to watch the live footage.
ReplyDeleteOn 9/11/01 I was in the fourth grade. I remember my teacher Ms. Mckenzie was crying, but none of us knew why. Then, every few minutes someone's parents came to pick them up, I was not picked up. When I got home my grandmother was telling me what happened. The tv was on the news channel and they kept replaying the plane going into the tower. Later that day my mom was speaking to her cousin whom had worked in one of the towers but wasn't at work that day.
ReplyDeleteOn September 11, I was in the second grade. I remember my teacher's face looking extremely worried and nervous. We then had a fire drill, my teacher escorted me and my classmates out the building. At that point,I realized that something was happening. My classmates parents were rushing over to grab their children and take them home. When my mom came to pick me, my sister and brother up from school I could see it in her face that something was not right. I don't remember much, but I do remember coming home and watching the news and realizing what was happening.
ReplyDeleteAs a child, everything seemed to fascinate me. When driving into the city with my family, my siblings and I were always excited to see the Twin Towers. We couldn't believe how big they were. Our heads would always be out the window looking up to see who can see the top of the towers first. I was in the second grade when 9/11 happened. I remember the day very clearly. Many of the students in my class were being called out early. I remember my classmates and I were taking guesses and making it a joke on why everyone was leaving. But when my name was called and I left the classroom, I knew it was not a joke. The amount of parents that swarmed the lobby with a look of fear on their face was countless. On the way home, my mother told me what had happened. She said "You know the really really big buildings in the city? They're falling down because a plane hit them." She kept us away from the TV because she did not want us to see. I felt so confused on why on plane would hit the towers. I remember always saying "Didn't the plane see the building mommy?". I didn't understand that it was a terrorist attack, but in time I did. Ill never forget that day. Every year on 9/11 the memories always come back to me and I feel such sorrow.
ReplyDeleteI was in middle school when it happened. The one thing i remember is passing by the school library with my class and seeing a number of kids crying in their chairs. I was confused, didn't really know what was going on. Then they sent us home. The rest of the day was spent in front of the TV with my family watching the horrible news about 9/11
ReplyDeleteOn September 11, 2001, I remember when I was in school. We were doing class work with our groups. Then, the phone from our classroom rang, so my teacher answered. When I saw her face expression, I knew it wasn’t good. She told us how we were having terrorist attacks. So, the phones kept on ringing, I saw how my classmates started to pack and leave. I didn’t understand what was going on. Later on, my teacher got a phone call, and she called my name and told me to pack up. I packed my bag went to the principal office, I saw mother I didn’t understand why she came to pick me up. She was telling me how everyone from her job let out early, because the city is being attacked. When I got home, I turned on the television and put on the news. I saw how in lower Manhattan the buildings were on fire and the first tower collapse. I couldn’t believe our city was in danger. I saw the news how variety of people was devastated because their family and friends were missing.
ReplyDeleteSeptember 11, was one of the most beautiful days that I will always remember , but that quickly turned into one of the worst days for nyc. I remember being in the library of my school , you could see the buildings from the window as one of the teachers ran into the classroom screaming I turned and watched the building get hit. I remember the chaos of the students and the parents. My main concern was my dad because he worked near the buildings and would get off the train at the World Trade, I will never forget not being able to get in touch with him until around 6pm , he was covered in white dust from the area. And till this day I remember the suit and tie he wore and how happy I was to know he was ok. The rest of that day I sat in shock watching the scene of what was World Trade with my family. I think that day helped new yorkers come together
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