LEXINGTON, Ky. (9/11/2013)—Isn’t it weird that when someone mentions the date September 11 you know exactly what you were doing that day? Unlike any other day where things seem a little foggy, I remember September 11, 2001 just like it was yesterday.
It was early on a Tuesday morning and I was sitting in Mrs. Carroll’s homeroom class at Eastside Elementary School. I was 11 years old and in the 5th grade. I remember sitting behind one of my brother’s best friends, Van Isaac, and he was complaining about being sick to his stomach. We were all talking amongst ourselves because Mrs. Carroll had yet to come into the classroom. I remember looking out the window and thinking how pretty it was outside and how I couldn’t wait for recess.
That morning I had left the house and gave my mom a big hug and a kiss, because September 11 is her birthday. She was taking off work and going to Lexington with her best friend for the day so I knew I wouldn’t see her until later that night.
In homeroom we usually watched a morning program, but Mrs. Carroll was still not in the classroom to turn the TV on like she did normally. I remember feeling panicked, I remember wondering if something had happened to her. She was my favorite teacher. What seemed like hours passed and finally she stuck her head in the door, tears running down her face. I remember looking at the clock; it read 9:15 a.m.
The principle announced over the intercom that the World Trade Center had been hit and the school was under a lock down. Being young and not knowing what any of this meant, my homeroom class went silent. Confused, concerned and overwhelmed, nobody knew what was going on.
Mrs. Carroll came into the classroom with tears running down her face, turned on the television and said, “Kids, what you are about to watch will be taught in your children’s history classes one day, take it all in.”
We watched the news coverage the rest of the day. I don’t believe I fully understood the severity of what happened until a couple of years later. Now 23 years old, I hope that I never have to witness such terrorism again. After getting my minor in history, I am more aware of the political and emotional strain war and terrorism can put on a group of people. In 2001 we feared for our country and its future, and now in 2013 as we wait to hear the decision of military action in Syria, we have a better understanding of the long-term effects of military action abroad.
They say all is fair in love and war, but I say let’s ditch the war and just love.
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