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This week’s topic: Where were you 13 years ago?
I don’t know about any of you guys, but I’ll never forget. I was sitting in History class in 8th grade and this kid named Jason came running through the hall yelling about a terrorist attack on New York. Everyone’s reaction? Honestly, we laughed. The kid was known for being the class clown, so we thought he was just messing around. If only he were.
I went to my next class, Science, and watched the second tower fall live. It was the worst thing I’ve ever seen in my life and I have trouble watching the recap videos. You could see the people falling…Just talking about it is difficult. I remember the feeling of that day, the bleakness and despair, and it’s definitely something I never want to feel again.
It’s interesting that even though the attacks had zero impact on my life (I was a seven year old in the Netherlands with no family in the States) I remember when we found out clear as day. We were watching TV, and suddenly the program stopped for the announcement. Within minutes my mom was on the phone, talking to my grandparents (I think). It was such a surreal experience to see the towers falling.
I will never forget that Tuesday, either. And you summed it up perfectly – the bleakness and despair, the disbelief. It was, without a doubt, the worst day of my life. *huggles*
I was in the 11th grade. I remember sitting in Yearbook doing copyediting or something just as mundane when various teachers came in and out of the classroom talking to one another. Across the hall a teacher had a tv on and I couldn’t believe what was going on. I remember going through the rest of the day in a daze.
I’ll never forget where I was. I was in the 7th grade at my first period class, Social Studies. They talked about it over the announcements and like honestly, I had NO idea what they were talking about.
Although this day had the biggest impact on people in the States, the ripple effect was definitely felt around the globe. I think that this day will always stick out in my mind as being able to remember exactly where I was and what I was doing at that moment.
I will never forget that tragic day. I get that the effect may be nothing compared to those in the States, but it had its huge impact on me nevertheless.
Because I live on the West Coast (about a two-hour flight from LA), I was sleeping when the towers were hit. I didn’t realize until later that woke up when the 2nd tower was hit. I had woken up and it was a really beautiful day and about 20 min later my radio came on with the news that Michael Jordan had postponed his news conference that day (I thought it was due to a death in the family; his dad had died a few years before). Not knowing what had happened, I went downstairs to get some breakfast, only to see the towers with smoke coming out the windows. I think my dad had told me what had happened and that he had seen the second plane hit shortly after their TV had turned on. I was 21 at the time and really anxious about the events; it felt like the news was coming fast and furious and that I didn’t want to hear any more, as there was too much speculation and had to go to the farthest reaches of my university campus (near the profs offices) to find a quiet spot where I didn’t hear one of the many TV’s that were situated around campus. I remember my mom’s sister phoning from Toronto that evening and a couple evenings later driving home from a class at another campus imagining a plane crashing in front of me.
I remember this day like it was just yesterday. I was at home, crying because we just had to leave our dog behind at the vet. He was very ill en we had to put him down. So when I saw it on TV I thought it was a movie. I realised it was for real when my mom told me to put the TV on and turn to the news. So sad.
Later my mom told me she had a fight with her mom over this. Her mom told her to put on the TV but she got mad at her because she was sad over our dog and didn’t want to put the TV on.