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this past wednesday was september 11th. i was pretty sad all day...it was so weird and sad and unbelievable. it's been a whole year, and i wonder if the pain the families and friends of the victims has at all lessened. the year went by so incredibly fast. it seems like only a month ago that all this happened. so much has happened in a year-- the anthrax scare, the boy in florida crashing that airplane into an office building, the olympics, enron and the collapse of all those big companies-- but i can still remember that day so clearly. i remember i was in 2nd period gym, and we were changed and sitting around and waiting for the teachers to tell us our classes...and mr. mullevey announced over the loudspeaker that a plane had just hit the world trade center...and my very first reaction was, woah that's such a freak accident, how did someone manage to crash a private airplane into new york city? no one could fathom, not even a little bit, that a big commercial airplane could fly right into a skyscraper. then they said that another plane had hit, and it was definitely not an isolated accident anymore...it was pretty clear that someone deliberately crashed the planes. then the day went on...and it was such chaos...most people, including me, were really confused, because we didn't know exactly what was happening...all i knew was from parts of what people said and what they had heard...none of my teachers had the tv on, but a lot of the other teachers did...and a lot of people saw the second plane hit, and immediately after another hit the pentagon, and the towers fall, live on tv. and i remember i didn't even really know that the world trade center was composed of the twin towers, i was confused about that, and i still feel so horribly ignorant about that...and i didn't know exactly what was going on...how many planes, where the planes were, did both the towers fall?...and nothing really sank in until i finally got to watch the news last period in western civilizations...and i felt like crying. but it was still very surreal...even when i was watching the news at home...and we watched for the rest of the day. and the full horrible reality still didn't completely sink in. i remember what i wore, how beautiful the weather was, people being called down to the attendance office every second during the day. i pray that i never forget. i attended a candlelight vigil next one of the reflecting pools at the national mall, hear in dc on wednesday night. now it's september 13th, 2002, and i still don't know how to comprehend what happened. i just remember that day, how we as a nation were dealt one blow after another...and i don't want to forget. that is my rememberance of September 11, 2001.

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Friday, September 13