9-11 Reflection
I was still in bed. It was 6:30 and both towers were on fire by the time anyone in our house woke up enough to hear what was being said on the radio. I listen to it all night but I wasn't registering at that early a time so I didn't hear it. Dad had recently unplugged the Tv from the antenna because he was on a trip about how TV shouldn't be a big part of our lives and there's so much crap on it that we don't need it... when dad's really pissed off at the world that's how he reacts :lol Anyway, I guess what happened was they both jumped out of bed and ran up the stairs and mom hooked up the TV while dad woke me up...
He was pounding on the door and I rolled over and looked at what time it was and screamed at him to knock it off I had half and hour before I had to get ready for school and to go away. I still wasn't getting it even though there was screaming on the radio (I tell you I am stupid when tired!). He then came into my room and basically yanked me out of bed and said "America is under attack."
Now I thought it was just like the wack job that was shooting at the white house when Clinton was in office. But at the same time dad wouldn't have been so pale if it was something like that, so I woke up real fast and walked into the living room... it was wild... I just had to watch. I think it was the only time I got away with dressing in the living room dad never even noticed what I was doing... however school was not cancelled so dad drove me to school... I remember walking into the most quiet hallway. While a lot of kids in the US were in school when it happened we weren't. Kenai is an oil community and a lot of parents were in lockdown out on the oil rigs. One of my best friends' dad was out in the boonies because all flights were grounded. It was the scariest and most surreal experience.
We didn't have a first hour that day, unless you count it as being all crowded in either the gym, auditorium, or library with TVs tuned to CNN. That's when we saw the towers fall. I was sitting in a corner with my closest friends holding each other at times and praying. Our principal that year was a real weirdo and tried stopping us several times, but then when some teachers joined in the group I guess he figured he was out numbered on that front! It amazed us how, even in the middle of chaos, some people just can't acknowledge God.
After first hour I made my way into band. Most of us figured we'd be back into an area with a TV but Mrs. Sounart had very different ideas. While all of us were in rooms watching the news(including her guitar class) she was pulling music we normally only use when we need a march and can't think of any new things... she put our music on our stands...
It was the one time I remember being trully united in not only band but through the whole school. As we played the National Anthem, Amazing Grace, and several other patriotic songs I just felt this swell of pride for my country. We BLASTED those songs out, making a statement to the ones who did this that they weren't EVER going to claim 9-11-01 as a victory, but as a death sentence. We had an impromptu concert as some people tired of watching CNN came in and began singing along to the music... it was the most patriotic moment I can say I've been a part of.
*will edit with a poem on Sept. 11th I wrote last year, once I find it*
He was pounding on the door and I rolled over and looked at what time it was and screamed at him to knock it off I had half and hour before I had to get ready for school and to go away. I still wasn't getting it even though there was screaming on the radio (I tell you I am stupid when tired!). He then came into my room and basically yanked me out of bed and said "America is under attack."
Now I thought it was just like the wack job that was shooting at the white house when Clinton was in office. But at the same time dad wouldn't have been so pale if it was something like that, so I woke up real fast and walked into the living room... it was wild... I just had to watch. I think it was the only time I got away with dressing in the living room dad never even noticed what I was doing... however school was not cancelled so dad drove me to school... I remember walking into the most quiet hallway. While a lot of kids in the US were in school when it happened we weren't. Kenai is an oil community and a lot of parents were in lockdown out on the oil rigs. One of my best friends' dad was out in the boonies because all flights were grounded. It was the scariest and most surreal experience.
We didn't have a first hour that day, unless you count it as being all crowded in either the gym, auditorium, or library with TVs tuned to CNN. That's when we saw the towers fall. I was sitting in a corner with my closest friends holding each other at times and praying. Our principal that year was a real weirdo and tried stopping us several times, but then when some teachers joined in the group I guess he figured he was out numbered on that front! It amazed us how, even in the middle of chaos, some people just can't acknowledge God.
After first hour I made my way into band. Most of us figured we'd be back into an area with a TV but Mrs. Sounart had very different ideas. While all of us were in rooms watching the news(including her guitar class) she was pulling music we normally only use when we need a march and can't think of any new things... she put our music on our stands...
It was the one time I remember being trully united in not only band but through the whole school. As we played the National Anthem, Amazing Grace, and several other patriotic songs I just felt this swell of pride for my country. We BLASTED those songs out, making a statement to the ones who did this that they weren't EVER going to claim 9-11-01 as a victory, but as a death sentence. We had an impromptu concert as some people tired of watching CNN came in and began singing along to the music... it was the most patriotic moment I can say I've been a part of.
*will edit with a poem on Sept. 11th I wrote last year, once I find it*
