Lindsey Rylander
A day to remember
HR.4
9-11-01
Well my day started as a normal day. I had woken up at 5:30 to take my usual shower soon after that I went to school. When I had gotten to school it felt like a normal day. My first hour is gym and well we were playing soccer out side. I was so happy that hour because I was playing so good, I scored a hatrick (which is 3 goals in one game). So that day was turning into a great day that everybody has sometimes. When that hour ended it was passing time and I was hearing people talking about something that happening bad and I also saw some people crying. I didn’t know what was going on I thought that maybe someone got into a car accident but I didn’t really know. Well then when I got to class the TV was on and my teacher was trying to get the class to quiet down and to watch the TV Then soon one of my friends started crying and said that her dad is a pilot. I said "so what does that have to do with this it’s just a movie". Well I thought wrong; my teacher corrected me on that right away. She explained to the class what was going on and if you could have seen some of the facial expression you would have been touched by something words can’t even explain. At that time I thought of my boyfriend’s dad, he is a pilot also. I didn’t know what to do. So well I just went on with my day but thinking of all the family’s and friends that are going through something really hard right now, and that they aren't going to just need help from there community but from the country. I just couldn’t stop thinking of all the hurting people. At that time there was just nothing I could do. So I went to my 3 hour which is geography. My geography teacher Mrs. Cuscaden is vary nice but just didn’t know what to say. That class was the hardest class of the day because there are some really immature boy’s in that class and they kept mauching what was going on. They where thinking of the dumbest stuff I just couldn’t take it anymore so I yelled at them, I said " hey why don’t you guys just shut the hell up and stop making up things like that. This is real and there are allot of hurt people out there that need help and all you can think of is stupid crap like this just shut up, grow up do something!". Right then and there my teacher split up thow’s guys and the hour went on, but it was hard to do school work when you want to know more about what was going on. Well then it was passing time and I was glad I made it through that class with out beating the crap out of thow’s guys. I talked about it to some of my friends but then I was on my way to class again. Well fourth hour is English with Mr. Hatten. He is a funny guy and I was hoping he could make me cheer up a little bit because of all the crazy stuff that was going on I was just feeling so bad. He told the class all about what was going on. When I knew what was going on it made me feel almost worst because people where doing this on purpose, For no reason. I just didn’t know how to react. Well when it came to fifth hour and we had a sub we got to watch this some more on TV actually for the whole entire hour. I was sick and tired of hearing the same thing over and over and its not something you want to hear over if its bad news. So that hour I just slept, well I tried anyway. When I got home I talked to my grandparents about this horrible something that is going on. They felt the same way also what did we do, why do they want us. We didn’t know any of the answer to our questions. The only thing that we could do is let time pass and it will come. Soon I started to understand more about this but I still had those questions such as; are we ganna go to war, are we going to get them back for this, and so on. Its been awhile and I still some questions that I don’t think I will ever find out all’s I know is somebody needs to pay for this and someday they are going to get it.