Jenette O.

4^th hour

Mr. Hatten

The day started out normal enough. Everything was as it had always been. "Nettie get up." my mom called from the living room at about 5:45 a.m.on that Tuesday morning.

My morning seemed the same get up, brush my teeth, shower the regular before school stuff. I got to school at about 7:15 a.m. 20 minutes after my bus picked me up.

When I got to school I met up with some of my friends and we talked for a while untill about 7:35 a.m. then off to class I went.

The first class to be blessed with my presence was housing decisions. We did some worksheets, talked, and then it was off to biology at 8:43 a.m. On the way to biology I heard some talk about planes crashing into building and stuff like that, it was all vague information.

While in biology I found out that the planes crashed into the World Trade Center and the Pentagon,that was about all the information I had. After that we went on a nature hunt and got stuff like feathers, leaves, and bugs. No one really talked about what was happening in New York and Washington, because we knew that once we got inside we would find out more.

When we got inside our stomachs turned to knots and lives were turned upside down forever. There was three American Planes Hi-jacked and crashed into important goverment buildings, and the one that didn't make their destinations were crashed into feilds. Everyone in America felt the impact, but the ones I felt excpecially sorry for were the ones who were still trapped with in the buildings rubble.

As the day went on I tried to ignore the situation, in hopes that it would just go away, but I knew that it wouldn't.

On to keyboarding I went, all I could think about was all those poor people.This is when things became all to clear to me, about all the planes being hi-jacked by terrorists and crashed into the World Trade Center and the Pentagon. The towers alone had 50,000 in and around them, 50,000 people, thats a lot of people. It sickened me to think about any of it.

How could a country this strong and proud fall victim to these sorts of terrorist acts? How could a country that has helped so many be put through such pain and suffering? Those are just few of the questions that Americans are asking. It brings tears to my eyes to know that so many peoples have died or are still missing.

My fourth hour english class was when I found out about everything. My teacher had been keeping up with the news and explained everything to the class, it made everything I believed about this country mean nothing. Were free, strong, and helpful right then and there all I wished was death upon those who caused death upon the United States but the only problem with that is who is our target, who would do this to us, and would it really make us feel better to kill other families?

Other innocent people from another country, would that serve us justice? To many the answer is yes, but I am not to sure. How can you kill someone for killing someone else? Wouldn't that make you a killer and then should you die also? I guess no one knows.

Fifth hour was a drag, I had all these thoughts, emotions, and feelings swarming my head making it anything, but easy to pay attention. My fellow Americans had been killed for no reason, and by who some face less coward, some chicken to scared to take the wrap for a hate crime he had committed.

So I pondered to my self, does this monster feel anything, even an ounce of remorse for what he/she has done? Does the beast even care? My only answere is no, to me he/she seems proud, but at the same time full of fear, otherwise there would be a face behind this face less terrorist.

Now I sit here and pitty the fool that killed thousands of innocent people who were just expecting to go to work and then go home to their families. Just people tring to make a living, and now what? Some people are going home but not as they thought, but a lot aren't ever going home again and thats terrible. No matter what anyone says no ones life will ever be the same again.

How can anyone be trusted again? No one will ever know whats going to happen, in two days or a week. I just want every thing to go away, to be able to erase it all and to not know of such terroist acts, but thats impossible. I hope who ever did this pays and others realize that if they try to pull such horrific stunts, bad things will happen to them. We need to make them wish they had never done anything to Americans in the first place.

We need to stand up for what we believe in as a country and as individuals, we need to get revenge on those responsible for what has happened. Just slapping them on the hand and sending them on their way obvously isn't stopping this stuff from happening. We need to hit them so hard that they'll feel it, I think if we do then they will learn that we aren't a country to be messed with. People need to remember that our country is far from destroyed. Our country is only getting stronger.

Thats how I remember the day of September 11th, 2001 and thats how the acts of the day make me as well as many other fellow americans feel. Stick together we will get through this all and we'll do it not as a country but as a family.