"I waited there at the end of my street for the bus, got on, and already started cringing over what I was about to endure during the day. It is amazing the emotions a person goes through before real tragedy hits. In my naïve sensibility, I was dreading high school; being around the kids that hated me (and the feeling was mutual), the endless boring lessons teachers preached, and the lonely feeling of not having a girlfriend. I was a teenager, caught up with my own dramas in life that I rarely looked around me. And beyond that, I was a typical American; entitled with the feeling that I am all-important in this mad, mad, world. I, like many people, was in for a very rude awakening before the end of the day.
I got off the bus, and walked slowly, dreading every moment of it. Through the hallways, my peers flooded every which-way with their self-important lives. Some were talking about their boyfriends/girlfriends. Some were talking about how the school’s football team; Titans, were doing. And some were just in their own little world: like me. I walked to my locker, got my Sociology book, and headed to my first hour class. For the life of me, I do not recall that class that day.
Second hour, I had Earth Science. Mr. May taught it. He looked like a combination of Stone Cold Steve Austin and Bill Goldberg. He had a sense of humor too. While Mr. May was teaching (and for the life of me, I also do not remember), a tragedy occurred elsewhere…
It was not until third hour, geometry, that I got a shock of my lifetime. The TV was on, which is very rare in that class. Ms. Curnutte was hysterical, saying over and over: “This was no accident, this was deliberate.”
What I found out then, a plane hit one of the World Trade Center towers in New York while I was in Earth Science. A second plane hit the second tower right before geometry started. I would never forget the first image of that tall building with smoke coming out of it. Everyone in that class was in disbelief. No one said a word. There was no lesson in that class that day. Just kids and a frantic woman, watching history unfold on TV.”