Jayme V.

9-11-01

As you walk out the door in the morning you don’t normally ask yourself if your country will be attacked today. This is something I never worried about and never even thought about it happening in my life until it did. It was only the second week of school and most of my classes were just starting to get into the flow of things. In math we were just finishing the first chapter up and in ChemCom we were just starting our first big project. Upon walking into my second hour class I noticed that the teacher had the TV on.

When sitting down and looking to see what was on, I noticed that it was the news, I was not sure what they were talking about at first, but saw a building surrounded with smoke and debris. As I watched more I learned that around 8:15am the two World Trade Centers buildings in New York had been attacked. Both of the buildings were hit by airplanes, one of the buildings was hit and the other building 15 minutes later. Honestly, at first I didn’t realize the significance of it, but as they showed more on what was happening, it started to sink in.

While walking through the hallways, I noticed that some people were talking about it and some were not. As I got to my locker my friends were talking about what happened. After what had seemed to be about a minute, the bell rang, letting us know that there were two minutes to get to class. Glancing at the television, I walked to my third hour class. I heard them say that the Pentagon was also hit. After a short while we heard that there was another plane that didn’t make it to its destination; it had crashed in a field. My teacher took a few minutes to talk about what was going on and then she left the TV on mute while we did some other things.

My fourth hour teacher had been checking the news every now and then. We spent a lot of the class time talking about what happened and what could happen. My teacher was answering a lot of questions that my fellow students and I had

I left early that day, so I wasn’t at fifth hour all that long. On the way out of school, my mom told me that President Bush had asked for all churches to have an open prayer worship so that any person who wanted to could come and pray and worship with others. My mother is on the prayer ministry team so she went in to help. At home my brothers and I watched the TV for some time while doing our homework.

The next day the teachers let us watch more about the tragedy.

For the following few days there wasn’t a channel on TV that didn’t have something about the tragedy, whether it was news coverage, God Bless America or United We Stand messages (even channels from other countries were talking about it). People everywhere were buying American Flags and displaying them, either at their homes or on their vehicles.