Five Years

Man, do I suck at this or what? I am just here to post my thoughts on the recent ceremony that was September 11th. We all should know what happened that day five years ago. Where we were, what we were doing, and what we were thinking when it happened. I will never forget what happened, nor where I was. I was in my third week of sophomore year of high school. The first attack happened around 9:00am, so I was in first period when it actually happened. In my school, the place I hung out at was a little hole-in-the-wall called the Math Office. It was where the Math Department chair's office was, but we pretty much took it over. Yea, that's how we rolled. I got out of first period at 9:38ish. How I remember the times, I do not know. But, I do remember going to the Math Office for the little break we were given between classes to pick up my books and such for the next class. All I heard was that something was happening, but no one knew the specifics. But there, on the Yahoo! main page was the story. Two planes crash into the Twin Towers of New York City. We were shocked, but we had class, so I went to 3D animation, a class I would later drop, but at the time had. So, I went there, and since we had computers, proceeded to look up as much as I could about the attack. I later found out all the details like everyone else did. The two planes in NYC, the plane in Washington, and the plane that never made it to it's destination, in Pennsylvania. What made the day even worse was my fear of Public Transportation. If they could take planes, why not buses? I was taking the bus back and forth to school every day, so it wasn't like it was on my mind. We'll just say that bus ride home was the most nerve wrecking ever. I got home, and watched the news. I hardly do that anymore, because all the media likes to do is scare you with every little thing imaginable. I think the media is one of the main reasons why I am a hypochondriac, because they tell me about every little thing that could kill me, so then what happens? I get the symptoms. But I watched the news that day to find out everything. Earlier, in school, I watched as the two towers crumbled during lunch. Then at home, I watched every other building in the vacinity crumble due to the travesty. Everything I knew about the world changed that day. I bet I'm not the only one. We all know the rest. The constant looking over our shoulders for the next big thing. The nail clippers being banned from the airports. The recent water issues on planes. I even read on J.K. Rowling's website, the author of Harry Potter, that she almost couldn't bring her manuscript for Book 7 from NYC back to London with her. That is crazy. But, the ideals of that day still linger. Be kind to your neighbors. Live the life you're given. Not every day is the same. Today could be your last. Now, if only we could find the son of a bitch who did it, everything would be fine. Without going 88MPH (the obvious Back to the Future quote could not elude me). That's all I have to say.