A day to remember

It's been 5 years since the two towers fell and the memory of that day is still vivid in my mind. My teachers kept saying this will be the stuff your kids read about growing up. The more I have thought about it and learned about it the more I realize how true that really is. It is this age's Pearl Harbor. Something so vividly sketched into your mind that you cannot help but remember. So where was I September 11, 2001?

School had only been going on for about a month. The smell of fresh school supplies still present in the hallways. Before I left for school that morning my sisters and I said goodbye to my dad on the phone as he left for the airport. He was going to Florida for an oral surgery test that he had to take to renew his license. He was meeting his brother down there the next day so they could take the tests together. But of course my dad had to be the first to get down there and scope out the place. So my sisters and I left for school on the bus. My older sister, Tiffany, was dropped off at the high school and my younger one at the elementary school. I got to my first hour class right on time. I was in social studies with my favorite teacher that year, Mr. Manibauk. I didn't know what was going on at first but we were told that a plane had hit the world trade center. It wasn't until the second one when a voice came over the speakers telling us that another plane hit the other tower and they think it might be terriorists. The teachers were then told to go back to the regular school day. Luckily our teachers decided to let us watch. They opened up the connecting wall and the whole team piled into Mr. M's and Mrs. Farnum's--the English teacher--class all staring at the television. I sat with my head on my arms with my eyes glued to the television screen. I couldn't imagine who would or could do something to us like this and on our land. I just kept thinking how. As the second one hit and the towers fell the tears came pouring down. Our teachers then turned off the tv and we discussed what was going on. They told us things they had found out my looking on the internet. It was when one of my teachers was talking that I remembered my dad.
My tears then poured out. I just walked out of the room and to the guidance office. I told her that my dad was on a flight today and asked if any plane from Chicago was taken and crashed. She told me that as far as she knew they hadn't. This made me feel a bit better. I called my house after this but no one answered. I then called my older sisters cell phone and left a message.
I walked back to the classroom and sat back down without saying a word to anyone. The teachers had decided to stop letting us watch the tv. We had a "normal" school day or as normal as it could get. Our teachers kept telling us throughout the day that we should write down what happened that day and remember. Always remember. When I got home I was sure I would get more information. So I drove home on the school bus. When I got home my mom was watching the news and watching the updates. She told me dad made it okay. I called him quickly. He told me that everything was closed down there..Disney world..Orlando studios..everything. Then he told me that when they were on the flight no one told them anything of what was going on in the world. They were just delayed and had to sit in the plane. He didn't find out anything until he got out and saw the tvs in the airport. He couldn't believe it.
It still makes me sad when I reflect on the moments of that day. The most vivid memory that I have is what I felt like watching that tv screen in social studies class with my head on my arms and my teachers telling us to never forget what happened that horrible day at 9:11 in the morning.
So, where were you Sep. 11, 2001, when you found out that the world trade center had been hit?