11 September 2011
I was in the hallway at school. It was second period. I was wearing a black shirt and blue jeans because it was a dollar day (free dress). I remember that for whatever reason I was fasting that day, so I hadn't eaten. I walked by the school office and, through the glass windows, saw a small crowd watching a TV someone had pulled in. This was weird, so I stopped and slipped into the office. I think I was watching a replay or saw the second plane hit. It took me several minutes to figure out that it really was the news and that it was NYC. It was third period when someone explained in detail what was happening. I remember our Bible teacher talking to us, warning us not to stay glued to the news and sear our minds and emotions to everything. I remember listening on the radio. I remember we ordered pizza for dinner and heard fighter jets flying over our house while we were watching the news. I remember when I finally had to turn the radio off. I remember I was working on a story that involved a terrorist, and I couldn't continue writing it. I have no idea where it is now, but I distinctly remember turning off the radio and deciding I was done with that story. To this day, I can't watch the footage for very long. Never could watch the docu-dramas or read the books. Because I remember. And God remembers, too.