Jesse J.

September 11^th

This Tuesday started of as any other boring day. I woke up at around 6 o-clock, got dressed. My friend picked me up in his 1986 Monte Carlo, he had his t tops off. It was about 38 degrees outside, but it felt like 10 below zero. His radio was blaring and the seats were vibrating from the radio. We pulled into school around 7:10, Jeremy came into the parking lot right after we parked he arrived with his stereo pounding. His turbo Shadow was shaking because of the music. We entered school and went to our lockers, we drank some Snapples. I drank my day old Snapple and it had a fermented taste to it, so I threw it away I began drinking my fresh ice cold Snapple when I realized we had two minutes to get to class. I set it in my locker and ran for my class. I sat down and the bell rang. My teacher handed out our worksheet, and we got to work. At approximately 8:15 Mr. Saxton came in and said something to our teacher. He then turned on the TV and we saw a replay of the planes hitting the Twin towers. We sat in amazement, as it seemed like it was out of a movie, but it was happing in real life. I felt my stomach sink as I realized that this was not a movie but rather real life.

The rest of the day I felt very crappy, and every class seemed the same for some reason. Lunch was not very good -- it tasted like cardboard, but I choked it down, and continued on with my day. The TVs were on in my fourth and fifth hour class, and we continued to go on with our day, even though I felt like I was going to be very sick. When the day was finally over I just went home and slept all day and night until the following morning.