Remembering 9/11
Courtesy FOX News
I was in fifth grade and had never even heard of the Twin Towers.
A teacher ran in the class crying, telling Ms. Morrow to turn on the TV.
All I saw was dust.
It was crazy.
Within 30 minutes of having seen that, my mother and several other parents came and picked us up for an early dismissal.
We went home and watched the sad news unfold.
— By Octavia Fugerson, VOX Staff
Me too. I was in third grade. I think we were in the middle of a math lesson and Ms. Cage got interupted. When she found out what happended she was just starting to explain what happened when some students started getting checked out. Then my grandma came in to check me out and told Ms. Cage about how the twin towers got bombed.
Then we went home (with my sister) and we saw the attack get replayed on “The Today Show”. We were all so shocked.
— Kiersten Willis, Stephenson High
I was in six grade, when I was called out of either English or Math to the community TV room to watch the second tower get attacked. They called everyone’s parents and ended the day early. For some reason I remember that my mom rented a black Mustang convertible and that I was miffed that everyone was playing news reports instead of music on the radio.
I didn’t even know what had happened until like 2 years later from a youtube video……
i was young and heard what had happened, but never actually saw it until then.
just terrible…..
On a lighter note: I hear their starting re-construction in 2010
I was in the 4th grade and was living in Niagara Falls (small ancient town in northeast New York) . I didnt understand what happened or why people was crying. Then I went home and got a call from my aunt in NYC and realized she could have been gone.
Never will I forgot that day.
Random but I didnt realize that the date was 911 until a few years ago. Silly me!
When the towers fell I was in fourth grade I didn’t know the world was as big as it actually is. I knew little about New York and I didn’t know anything about the Twin towers. At school, the day was slow, and I felt sad all day. My teacher left the classroom for a while and came back with a look of disbelief written on her face. She scrambled to get the class in order and took us to the media center. I watch the towers fall over and over again on the television screen. This day was the first time I witness the media display such graphic images of burning and terror, on screen. I wept for the lost of life and I didn’t realize why it was happening. 9/11 was an eye opening day. Destruction on 9/11 mirrors if not pales in comparison to the civil wars, genocide, and thoughtless violence playing on the streets of many different countries each day. That day I never felt so ignorant and bad about uncertainty. I really start looking at the news after 9/11.
I too, like my twin, found out about 9/11 in the 3rg grade. Just when my teacher was going to tell us what happened, I got checked out by my grandma to go home. Then I saw the video footage on Today and I saw Matt Lauer reporting on what happened. I got chills. I knew what happened was very bad and very serious, but I didn’t fully understand it at the time.
During the morning of 9/11 in my Sixth grade class, the students all skiddled about like nothing happened. The teachers were a bit anxious, apparently all of them heard that there was some sort of emergency occuring. Walking into my reading class, my teacher, Mrs. Thompson, hushed us all and told us to be quiet and she would be right back. To us, students no older than 13 years old, the twin towers were in another world and we, free of supervision, scattled about with jokes and games. When she came back, Mrs. Thompson was weeping. We all sat down and knew something was wrong. We never thought it would effect us, and for many of us, it didn’t. Not in the way it affected Mrs. Thompson. Throughout the day, we heard sporatic rumors of this and that, often enhanced from mouth to mouth until aliens and war was the brewing gossip. In my math class, Mrs. George, my math teacher, sat us down and told us we were grown enough to learn. She wasn’t supposed to show us and it would have been better for our parents to tell us in their own way, but she said we were grown up. We all huddled around her small tv, anxiously watching the news for anything that could tell us why the adults were all…… so frightened. I sat in the back trying to figure out a Rubix cube. That was 9 years ago and I was one of the children who the Twin Towers incident was meerly a sad story told to us through different perspectives. It’s hard to understand the sadness that embraced the families that were affected unless you lost someone dear to you in that incident.