Sep 11, 2011

Never Forget - September 11, 2001

I will never forget where I was on September 11th, 2001. It was my freshmen year of high school and I was in Mrs. Tuck's first period pre-algebra class when we turned on the TV. We literally turned on the television with seconds to spare before the 2nd tower was struck. Everyone just gasped and we couldn't believe what was happening. We were in complete and utter shock.

And then the hysteria started to set in. I went to Air Academy High School, a public high school located on the groups of the United States Air Force Academy in Colorado Springs. Nearly everyone their had a connection to the military, mostly Air Force parents, some away on military business and some who had left that morning. Kids were crying, struggling to dial cell phone numbers but unable to get out because the schools phone lines were jamming up. Teachers were readily volunteering cell phones to kids and everyone was trying to remain civil.

While the school district has a good relationship with the Air Force, being as the school was built on the land before it was an Air Force Base, the school always tried their best to play ball with the rules and regulations set forth by the Air Force. Their first order of business? Evacuate all non-military personal from the base. That meant the entire school. They got buses to the school as fast as possible, as they were just dropping off the elementary school students, and we got to go home.

As soon as I stepped through the front door of my house about an hour later, the first tower collapsed. And then the second tower moments later. I was in tears just thinking about all of the innocent souls taken that day. The Air Force didn't allow any non-military personal onto the base for the remainder of the week, so I was out of school from Wednesday until Friday, with a heavy heart.

The remainder of September 2001 was hell. The Air Force and our school district had worked out a new schedule for students. Instead of going from 7:15 to 2:10, we had to go from 10:15 to 5:10. Seniors and Juniors who had jobs had to quit because of school, and after school activities got relocated to other schools in the district.

This is just my story, when I was a lonely Colorado higher school-er. While my story of that infamous day is pale in comparison to those directly effected by the tragedy, I do mourn for them. This day shaped our modern society ten years ago, and should never never be forgotten. I certainly don't intend to, and I hope everyone feels the same way.