September 11: Shared Poetry and Prose

It was a day that no one could get away from, and no one will forget. The haunting images we saw on TV and newspapers will remain somewhere in our heads for the rest of our lives. We will always remember where we were when we heard about it, and how we reacted. The generations during this era will always have their own story to tell about the events on September 11th, 2001.

My story is the typical viewing from afar. I saw the images in chemistry on the TV. My teacher was so amazed by everything going on, he kept it on the whole period. Many of my fellow students were rejoicing to get the test put off till the next, untill they relized what was going on. I remember people saying how the people were jumping out of the buildings, I didnt see them and i was glad I didnt. Then I saw the towers go down, one by one. Lunch was different. I sat with my friends that i sw everyday, and was always comfortable with them. That day was different, we didnt know what to say to eachother for the first time. We just watched the TV. It was nothing new, but each time we saw the same scene of a tower going down, it jsut left us in awe. We finally did talk at the table, we at first tried to stay away from the topic, but how could we? We discussedn about how some freshmen were immature about everything going on, and how Rachel was lucky because her dad was suppose to go to the World Trade Center due to a business trip. Fortunely, he stayed home to help Rachel’s mom who was sick. This is how the rest of day went at school. We didnt have any practices for sports after school. When i got home, my mom was already there because they sent everyone home in her building downtown, so i was relieved. I went for a run in my neighborhood, and was surprised to see how nice it was. The weather was prefect; sunny, blue skies, just beautiful. After my run, i took my brothers out to dinner, something we had planned to do for a while, and we went to BW3’s. The normal screens that would have had sports scenes and such had all the latest news on and all the events. It was a weird scene.

That is how the day went for me. I’ll remember how strange it was to be such a beautiful day, but the events were soo horrible. I think it is amazing how you dont have to be personally attacked, but you can still feel dramatized by seeing the painful pictures and tapes


I Remember......

On the tragic day of September 11th I could remember it was like it was yesterday. I was in history class, and everyone at school was so upset. I had no ideal what was going on. Mr. Porter, our history teacher, had shifted our class over to Mr. Sinko’s room, who was another history teacher. President Bush was on television informing America of the tragic happenings everyone was in total shock. You could see the terror in his eyes, not knowing what to expect next. The shock of the World Trade Center and the Pentagon and the plane crash in Pennsylvania had changed everything. We all watched the planes crash into the Twin Towers over and over again and a look of fear came across everyone’s face in the room. We knew that America was at war. No one could look away from the television set, our eyes were glued.

At that time America became one. People were proud to be Americans, to wear red, white, and blue. Yet it’s sad that something this horrific opened up so many peoples eyes to America. Many ask why? Why did it take this to make us see there is more to life then what we view it to be? There is more to life then how much money you make, what car you drive, what school you go to or where you live or what race you are. LIFE! That is what is important. Just that one word, When we thought our lives were in jeopardy we all as American had taken a stand to fight back and help the victims. Our country needed us and we put our petty issues behind us and realized that life was we all were fighting for.

Who knew if this will change lives of people for the good or the bad but I know that I will never forget the day of September 11,2001 in my third bell history class with Mr. Porter.



As the horrid events of September 11 replay in my mind,
fear takes over my every waking thought.
Fear of what will happen next.
Fear of what Muslims will have to go through not only now, but quite
possibly forever. The world has always feared the different.
Sadness often fills my eyes.
I’m hurt by all of the ignorant and unnecessary comments.
“Go back to where you came from!”
I’m confused. I am from here. Where do I go?
The comments seemed never ending and I now realize how hard it is to be
different. Muslims have always been judged; today the world feels as
though they have a reason.
Will these misconceptions of Islam be cleared?
I take a stand and feel myself falling into a hole.
The weight of the world is on my shoulders.
I realize yet again, I do not have the power to change everyone.
Is anyone listening to me? Right or wrong, I’m silent now.
My outlook on the world has been shattered.
Fear has spread into my thoughts.


I cry when I think of…
  the horror that those on the hi-jacked planes must have
  felt as they watched their planes head straight into the
  side of a building

I cry when I think of…
  the horror that those on the upper floors of the Twin
  Towers must have felt when they looked up from their work
  and saw an airplane outside their office window heading
  straight for them.

I cry when I think of…
  the horror that those on the floors of the Twin Towers
  above the crash sites must have felt when they realized
  that they were trapped and knew that death was imminent.

I cry when I think of…
  the police and firefighters heading up the stairs of the
  Twin Towers, climbing ever higher, trying to help as many
  as people out of the buildings without giving their own
  lives a second thought.

I cry when I think of…
  the thousands of innocent people who died that day
  without the chance to say “good-bye” or “I love you” to
  their families.

I cry when I think of…
  those who lost their husbands and wives in the wink of an eye

a movie screen

a scene playing
that will never fade
music sounding
that will never stop
People dying
who can’t come back
cowards lurking
who can’t be found

in an instant
Lives change
the movie thought to be
is realized a reality
Everyone’s reality
no matter how much
We don’t want it
it’s Ours
We can’t turn it off
We can’t fast forward
We can’t do anything
We’re helpless but not yet

material things
suddenly don’t matter
hope and love prevail
under the dark clouds of evil
hope for Survivors
and love for all the Victims
the Victims of this movie

Some will survive
Most will not
a grim reality
all too real
Those innocent targets
lived for love
and died with love
and when They died
so did a part of
Every American

and as We all search
for that fast forward button
hidden beneath the rubble
We will never, never forget
to rewind as well

A year ago that morning was just like any other day for me
I awoke to the sounds of my music playing with the same resistance of
leaving my bed
Taking for granted all of the material possessions that are scattered
across my room
So I wait for my ride then I’m off to school; It’s just another day for me
Still I sit in study hall another day, another hour, another minute, and
another second all seeming to drag on longer
It wasn’t just another day for me, for anyone
Watching as the city skyline crumbles
Lives fall from the sky as flames and shrapnel turn towers to rubble
An unfamiliar silence fell over the whole world
Yet accompanied by the coverage and the tears of lost dreams and loved
Unknown hero’s souls are captured in the collapse of American pride
Thousands of families left to wonder where? , Why? And how?
All I heard was MY life is ruined MY loved ones are gone
MY family has left me so now I can’t be strong
What about THEIR lives incinerated?
Thought it was only a plane ride
But a little box cutter diminished THEIR courage
Because THEY just didn’t want to die
But all WE can think is how OUR lives are ruined
But WE still have OUR lives to make change
Now WERE patriotic because WE lost thousands
And because THEY pulled one over on us
Do YOU love your country or do YOU just hate theirs?
My words may sound harsh, disrespectful and mean
But I’m just a child who is angry with all of these things
This isn’t a poem, a song or a story it’s just me trying to say
That ordinary September morning wasn’t just a regular day.

9/11: The Day Our World Changed

It was a moment of clarity and utter astonishment. Tuesday, September 11, was a day that changed my life, as well as countless others around the world. The perfect and petty life most of us had led disappeared, and the small things we used to sweat seemed to vanish. My life was forever changed on that day because for the first time, my very existence and way of life I had come to take for granted was unexpectedly threatened. It was the first time my generation had seen firsthand the devastation of war, and the evilness this world possesses. I was too young to remember the Gulf War, and could only read about events like WWII and Pearl Harbor in our history books. Though both of those events were incredibly sad and humbling, there is something about experiencing these atrocities firsthand that makes a person appreciate his or her life.

I was rounding the corner on my way to American History when I heard two teachers saying,” the planes just hit the buildings.” I thought to myself, “what are they talking about?” As I turned the corner and walked into class, my teacher had the TV on as they were showing the replay of the second plane hitting the World Trade Center. From that moment on, there has not been a day, or even an hour, when I haven’t thought about the events of September 11. I did not know anyone who was killed, or even know someone who knew someone that was killed, but I don’t think I need to in order to understand the magnitude of the events.

The terrorist attacks on our country made me appreciate the life I have led. I had never even thought about how lucky I was to be born a U.S. citizen until my rights were suddenly threatened by people who hated our way of life. I had always just assumed that because I have always been free, that that is they way it would always stay. I never knew how fortunate and blessed I was to be born in this country, and as I watched those planes hit the buildings over and over, I have never felt so thankful to be safe and to be an American citizen. Unfortunately, however, it is so sad that it takes something of this caliber to wake usup and force us to realize how vulnerable our safety is. It is almost embarrassing that it takes 3,000 of our citizens being murdered for us to realize how privileged we are.

On a day that was suppose to be ruled by fear and terror, many Americans turned it in to a day of giving, selflessness, and heroic efforts. It still gives me chills everytime I read a story or watch a news clip about someone who gave their life to save another. The pride people have shown is truly amazing and comforting. It was so reassuring to see everyone set aside his or her differences, that one day before would have seemed like a big deal, but now were forgotten. The way the world responded with support was something unprecedented and something I had never seen before. The way the American people responded to such chaos truly shows our resolve, and demonstrates that our country will not be taken lightly. We, the people of the United States, denied those terrorists their true goal of destroying our spirit and determination to defend our country, and thus, showed once again why we are the United States of America.


Memory can be an asset or a curse. My memories of that fateful day are spotty. I was sitting in study hall catching up on so sleep and was in a dazed state. My study hall teacher was talking about something happening on the TV in the teachers lounge. Now I was dazed and confused. Mr. Hall, our principle, came on the PA and said that the World Trade Center had been attacked. Now what. I didn’t know who or why or how bad. Some of these questions weren’t answered until days later. My subconscious battled with the fear. What were they gonna do next? My conscious mind reasoned that I was in no danger. I didn’t start thinking about the country as a whole for about an hour. As I watched the second plane hit and the towers fall, I was awestruck. Is this real? How could a measly plane take down two of the largest and strongest buildings in the country? How many made it out of the towers? What effect will this have on the economy, world stability, the environment? Do I have any relatives or friends in New York? Do I know anyone on a plane right now? Are there any other hijacked jets? What would be the next target? The unknown, the root cause of fear. I look back on these jumbled fears and realize their obvious normality. The fears must be remembered but overcome. The story must be spread so that this tragedy does not repeat.


On the day of 9-11 I remember sitting in anatomy class and some teacher walking in and saying, “a plane just crashed into the World Trade Center.” Whatever. That event did really matter to me, I mean, disasters occur all over the world everyday. This time it just happened on American soil. I hoped nobody was hurt but I knew they were oh well, life goes on, people die. There’s really nothing I can do about it so I might as well enjoy life until it’s my time to go. So I walked to my next class relatively unaffected. My math teacher had the t.v on and everybody was watching the events. “OK, sure, I guess we get out of math today,” I thought to myself. Then I saw another plane hit the second tower. That’s when I knew it wasn’t an accident. It was an intentional attack on my country. That got me mad. I was furious that some terrorist puke halfway across the world would have the audacity to attack and kill American citizens just because he didn’t like the way we looked. I got home later that day and watched the news, looking for any new developments, that’s when I first heard the Pentagon had been hit as well as another attempt near Pittsburgh. I grew even more furious, I wanted a piece of whoever did this to my fellow countrymen, and I intend to get it. I’ve always been interested in going into the military, especially Special Operations and counter-terrorism, and that’s the day I knew I was going to join. Nothing would get in my way of joining the military and nailing at least one terrorist in my lifetime. I felt the same then as I do now. I’m positively unshakable in my goal to join a Special Operations unit in the U.S military, and hopefully, preventing this type of thing from ever happening again. I want to protect my country and all the ideals it holds, and in the end, I hope to make the world a better, safer place.


It was an ordinary day; I rose from bed the same time as usual. I got dressed, ate and drove to school. More than likely I was worried about a test, or assignment due. That all changed within a blink of an eye. I was in art class talking with my friend Elaine, working on our ceramic projects. I asked to be excused and went to the restroom. While walking there I overheard Mrs. Hands announce to her class that an airplane had just hit the World Trade Center. I went to the restroom and returned to art class. I didn’t think much of it. Then my teacher put on the news coverage, on TV. We all continued to work on our projects and listen to the news. The full impact of what happened didn’t click with me yet. I went to my next class where we watched more news. At that point I realized, and everyone around me did at that point too, that something was wrong.

The other Trade Center was then hit. Then the Pentagon. There was definitely something wrong. When they announced that the Pentagon was hit, a wave of fear hit me. My Uncle John lives in Washington D.C. and had just gotten a new job. I wasn’t sure where it was located or if it was close to the Pentagon. I knew there was a good chance it was near the Pentagon. I was panicked, and extremely worried. It was very hard for me to sit through all my classes watching the news coverage and wondering if my uncle was alright. I continued the day anxious and nervous. When we were finally able to leave, my brother and I ran to my car and went home as fast as we could. My uncle had left a message saying that he was all right and not to worry. I was instantly relieved that he was all right.

The next few days were filled with astonishment and fear. i sat and watched countless hours of news along with my family. I was very uncertain what to think. I was in complete shock that anyone could stoop to such a level. I also feared for everyone around me, everyone I knew, wondering if another attack would happen. Even with a year passing, the memories are still as vivid as ever. As are the feelings on that day. I feel that just like Pearl Harbor, this will be “a date which will live in infamy.”


September 11th, nine-one-one.
A day to remember, a day to shun.
Our lives were changed,
As we felt the pain.

What can we do?
What can we say?
How can we help?
Can we even pray?

We have learned to deal,
We have tried to cope.
On the ground we have kneeled
As we prayed and hoped.

Now we have changed,
We live our lives a little better.
We have left our pains,
back in our letters.

Our country is still great,
Our land is still free,
Our minds still hate,
But our thoughts are not seen.

For this we must thank,
The heroes of freedom.
The fireman, doctors,
Armed forces, and policemen.

Thank you,
Thank you,
the defenders of freedom.

On September 11,2001,
in such little time,
the whole world changed,
I remember sitting in class having a good time until I was  informed of
what happened,
at first I didn’t believe it
but it soon became a reality
after seeing the towers collaspe so many times
I became disgusted and wondered why,
why would people do this?
what did we do wrong?
at forst, I didn’t think it was such a big deal
how much this was going to affect us,
I thought it didn’t matter, that the US would jump back
the impact os September 11th didn’t hit me until later,when I was being
informed of all the death and destruction,
after September 11th our nation became more united
everyone was working together
and opening up to each other
many questions are still unanswered
and we will never know about it all
now a year later, we still think and wonder why.

A Day That Changed Everything

On Monday,we spent our money on lottery tickets,
On Tuesday, we donated all of our cents to those in need.

On Monday, we complained about standing in lines for 6 minutes at fast food restaurants,
On Tuesday, we waited for 6 hours to donate blood.

On Monday, we fought with our parents,
On Tuesday, all we wanted is to hug our parents.

On Monday, we stayed in our cliques,
On Tuesday, we all came togehter and held hands.

On Monday, we wouldn’t think to talk about religion in school,
On Tuesday, we all prayed together.

On Monday, we all had families,
On Tuesday, we were left with widows.

On Monday, there were screams of laughter,
On Tuesday, there were only sobs from grief.

On Monday, we forgot to say “The Pledge Allegiance”,
On Tuesday,we said it full-hearted.

On Monday, we felt safe,
On Tuesday, our freedom was tested.

On Monday, The Statue of Liberty stood tall and proud,
On Tuesday, it remained proud as a constant symbol of our nations freedom.

And forever we will remember.

September Eleventh

The hours passed as that day went by.
We all shed many tears from our eyes.
As we watched the planes fall from the sky,
Everyone hoped we would not die.

As I sit in school not knowing what to do,
People on the Television keep hoping it is not true.
They are trying to run away from the crash,
They want to make it through.

A year has passed since that tragic day.
“Those terrible people, they have to pay!”
Our nation has grown more closely knit.
But in New York City some rubble still lays.

In memory of those people who lie down now,
Everyone should stand up and be proud
To say “we are Americans!”
Voice your patriotism loud.

September 11 what a day for me
It opened my eyes to what I did not want to see.

I remember the very moment I heard the tragic news
I was in study hall about to take a snooze.

I did not understand, I did not know why
All I could think about were the people stuck inside.

What did we do to deserve this, no one should go through this pain
How could those hijackers be so insane.

One good thing has come out of this, as far as I can see
We, the country of freedom, have united from sea to shinning sea.

I love my country with all my heart
The United States of America; nothing can tear us apart.

September 11, what a day for me
It opened my eyes to what I did not want to see.
September eleventh was not the greatest of days,
Nor a calm, peaceful day in May.
As many shed a tear,
A few wanted to show their fear.
Also, a few reshaped lives by totalitarianism,
But America fought with patriotism.
Then there were pains,
But The Country had its gains.
People will always stnd proud, and hold their heart,
Which NO ONE could ever tear apart.
—House of Payne

A day that echoes in all our hearts
An endless date in time
Two towers fell in New York City
In a terrorist act of crime.

The crowded streets gazed up in horror
In a speechless state of shock
As bodies fell from windowpanes
like chunks of falling rocks.

Dust arose for miles on
and everything was foggy
workers searching night and day
even when they’re groggy.


September the 11th, 2002 started out like any other day, i woke up to the sound of my radio blasting country music and groggily pulled myself out of bed to take a shower. While i stood under the hot water all I could think about was how i hated getting up so early and how my brother had probably eaten the rest of my granola bars. Half an hour later while waiting for my ride i was annoyed at how hot it was outside adn the fact that my school didn’t have airconditioning. WHile sitting in class I wondered “why should i even be here?” I could come up with an answer. Something like “ you must go to school and get an education so you can get into college and get a good job: But why college? why get educated? SO you can live a good life? or do you mean a rich life? I had a hard time figuring this out. I thought to myself that all I really needed to have a good life was love, compassion and faith in humanity and the world. Now, after the events that took place on that day i realize that i truly believed that sentiment. TO have a good life you need love of family and friends, compassion for those less fortunate and faith that people are basically good. Earlier that morning, not knowing what would happen in just hours i was complaining about the things i was lucky to have. I began to realize i take things for granted.


An Innocents Lost

An innocence that we all took for granted

An innocence once had is now lost

The innocence of living without fear is now gone

Our innocent lives were changed forever

Many innocent lives ended

The surreal events implanted into every feeling of our innocent bodies

An innocence once had is now lost.


I Remember

                       I Remember...
               As if it were yesterday, i remember,
               that sad and horrible day in September.
                       I Remember...
               Over 3,000 people lost their lives,
              and there was no one there to hear their cries
                       I Remember...
               At first my emotions drew a blank,
               but it didn’t take very long before emotions in my head had
                       I Remember...
               Hatred and anger running through my veins,
               and i knew that this opposing force must be tamed
                       I Remember...
               Then came the sadness and depression,
               of how we had learned a hard lesson
                       I Remember...
               Thinking how could this happen to the United States,
               and wondered how we would retaliate
                        I Remember...
               Felling sorry for the people who lost loved ones,
               Grandparents, Mothers, Fathers, Daughters, and Sons
                         I Remember...
               The coming together of a great nation,
               and the felling of Patriotism being a great sensation
                         I Remember...
               There being nomore Demacrates or Republicans,
               Everyone combines to be just Americans
                         I Remember...
               Not being able to help but stare,
               at all the American flags flying in the air
                         I Remember...
               O Yes I Remember the day of September 11th very well,
               And till the day i die, to our kids and grandkids, its
story will I tell.
A jumble of thoughts
 No words
Mourning for those who have lost the battle,
 praying for those who battle on
What can we say?
What can we do?
 nothing we do can comfort
 nothing to justify these terrible actions, tragic events
No one can answer everyone’s single question
Even those who did not know them,
 mourn for them
Although miles away
 we cry for them
Why did this happen?
Why is this world so violent?
We cannot turn our eyes from this...
We must pull together
Lean on each other, to get through this hard time
Our hearts cry out with salty tears
But all we can do now is pray
That this will never happen again.

It was Tuesday, September 11th, 2001, and it was only a couple weeks into my junior year of high school. It was a typical nice September day, and everything seemed typical not knowing what was to come. As usual I suffered through my first class, and my second class went by really fast. My third class was study hall, and I decided to go to the Media Center to get some work done. As soon as I got into the Media Center I knew something had happened, but wasn’t sure if it was good or bad yet. The first thing I saw when I went into the Media Center was a few teachers and a couple of students sitting around 3 or 4 televisions. Being the curious person I am, I asked someone what happened. They explained to me that an airplane had struck one of the World Trade Centers Towers in New York. My first reaction was shock, and I couldn’t believe anyone could actually have the stupidity to do that. As I sat there, they kept informing us that the people who were doing this were terrorists. The surreal events that occurred didn’t really hit me until a girl walked in, heard what happened, and ran out crying. Then the broadcaster announced that the Pentagon had been struck by another airplane, and I didn’t even think it was really happening. About ten minutes later, the station we were watching was showing one of the twin towers smoking. While they were showing that, we saw another airplane go crashing into the other building. I was so shocked that I forgot that we were still in school, and I had to go to my next class. Since I was one of the first to know about the events, I was explaining them to the class. The rest of my school day involved watching the destruction of the twin towers, and the reports of how many were estimated dead. I really didn’t know how to feel, and I felt that there was something wrong with that. The most disturbing part of the day was to witness how concerned my 11-year-old brother was. He really had a hard time dealing with the matter.

September 11th, 2001 really has affected all of our lives, whether it is the traveling, the stock market decline, or the fact that our country showed our weakness to the whole world. People always wonder why they don’t make it a holiday or we get off school in the memories of those lives that were lost, but it was a day where we showed our weakness. December 7th, 1941, was never made a holiday. My feelings now about the situation really have never changed. I really don’t know how to feel, but I know that 9/11 will be a day that I never forget.

I was sitting in typing next to Mr. Cook
Another teacher whispered and he had a certain look
He went into the neighboring room and brought in the T.V.
The only one to notice thus far was probably me.
He turned on the news and all I saw was was a building falling down
A plane had crashed into it ruining the town
I had no clue what “the pentagon” was, I thought it was a shape
I heard the Afgans came and take these lives only to escape


As I was walking to my third period class, I could see teachers running through the halls, ducking their heads in and out of different classrooms as they passed. I walked into my history class wondering what all of the commotion was about. Then the news hit my classmates and I. We learned from our teacher that the twin towers had been attacked by terrorists. At the time, no one was sure whether it was a bomb that caused the explosion or if it was a plane that crashed into the tower. My teacher abruptly turned on the radio he had at his desk and we began to listen to the horrible events that were occurring in New York. As the class progressed we learned that another plane had flown into the second tower of the World Trade Center. I was stunned by the news and I had a hard time actually believing that this had really happened. The classroom across the hall was empty and it had a television to watch. We all moved over there and turned on the TV. Astonished, we all gazed at the horrifying scene that was taking place. As the day progressed, I realized that more and more people were getting very upset over the events that had taken place earlier. It seemed odd to me that people all around me were getting either upset or angry while I was just more or less in shock. I felt as if I was doing something wrong by not expressing my feelings emotionally. Through the help of my teachers and friends I realized that this wasn’t wrong, it was just my own way of dealing with the tragedy that had happened. After witnessing the aftermath of the terrorist attacks, I realized that we were not necessarily safe any more. The men and women that died on that fateful day will never be forgotten. The memories of the firefighters and police officers that gave their lives to save others will live forever. As a nation, we dealt with the events that took place on September 11th and as a nation we will recover.

September 11, 2001,
Why did this happen?
This catastrophe that occurred,
Was never imagined.

Innocent people,
Whom they still killed,
With dead bodies,
The buildings and streets were filled.

This was a big eye opener
To Americans, young and all,
But we got through it,
And we are still standing tall.

I’m afraid of what could happen,
On any and every day,
I will live and stay healthy,
That is all I pray.


     A Day Remembered
With Pain Sorrow and Heartache
   The Revenge Will Come

September 11th was a tragic day for all of us Americans. The buildings and dear ones may be gone, but their forever importance, will forever live on. America has changed, we all feel violated, our freedom challenged, and our security was threatened. We Americans must value our freedom, not take it for granted. We must unite together in support and awareness, for we are all living in America. Land of the free.


What America Means to Me

After the horrible tragedy of September 11, 2001, the strong word America has been forever altered. America represents liberty, freedom, happiness, and above all safety to the world in which we all coexist. To have someone threaten the safety and well being of the United States is the biggest mistake to be made.

To me, America is a place to be yourself and be free. In America there are no dress restrictions, there are no legal crimes against women preformed, and there are no laws stating how many children you can bear.

The incident on 9/11 has done nothing except to make the words America and American strong and dignified. Before this terrorist act, I was thankful to be a citizen of the United States but I would not say I was patriotic. After the tragedy I was pulled into a whirlwind of patriotism and love for my country. Every house on my street had an American flag blowing in the wind and some even had red, white, and blue lights covering their houses.

America has forever been changed and will always be a word that reflects upon a nation which is founded on dignity and freedom. To have somebody think that they can endanger and threat our dignity, only proves to make this a stronger country and a more profound place to live. I am proud to be an American.


September 11th: in our own words

This very tragic and unexpected day has changed the way I look at America, forever. Before this happened, I didn’t take my patriotism as serious. I didn’t really think of myself as an “American,” just a normal person like everyone else in this world. Now, I am very proud to be an American.

Ever since September 11th people have been hanging American flags on their houses, businesses, and even cars. I think it’s really amazing how America has come together to fight back and show those vulgar people that they did not make us weaker, but in fact made us stronger. I do think it’s kind of sad how it took this big of tragedy to make all of us realize how lucky we are to be Americans. I do perceive the world and myself in a different way. I think everyone’s life, in some way has been changed. We look at the word “America” or “American” differently. Its like the word has a whole new meaning to me. Before, it was just a word that described where we were born, but now it’s a word that describes us in general. We are Americans. When I hear that word now, it just stands out more than it used to.

This incident will not change my actions and decisions in my life, but it will change the way I look at life. I’m going to continue on as I would if this never happened. That doesn’t mean I’m going to forget this horrible day. I’ll remember it always. I’ll even remember exactly where I was when I heard this news. I do think this hit teens hard because we have never been alive when something so big and tragic has happened to America. It was our first real experience of a terrorist attack and we will never forget it.


Melodies of Millions

		  Sing a song of hope for the ones who lost.
		  Life is a valuable without a cost.
		  Sing for those who can not sing.
		  Their winter came, there is no spring.
		  Sing when we battle and we fight.
		  Go outside and face the night.
		  Sing for summer in the fall.
		  We will prevail after all.

I am a pillar
I will stand the test of time
I will take everything you can throw at me
I will outlast this
I am a pillar

I have seen the rise of the world
I have seen many things in my life
I have seen the rulers of the world born and die
I will see the fall of the world too

I have witnessed many tragedies
I have seen many things
I have watched an angel fall
That angel ...was you

When you fell the lights dimmed
The sun wept in sorrow
The moon shone no more
You have...lost your way

Whatever happens let nothing slow you
Let nothing ever hurt you
If you were to do so much as say, “I know you not.” then all is lost
You, are the inspiration for the cherubs of long since dead painters
You, embody the holiness that once was fought and died for

Happiness is the true key to everything
Only if you are happy, will all things be overcome
Only if you can, take this test of time, will you find your way
You are, important. You are, cherished. And you are loved.

But of these things all that matters most in life, is that one seek happiness
And whether or not you realize it, happiness is meant for one
One person, one mind, one body, one soul
In your pursuit for happiness, you must see that tiny things such as
religion matter not

You are all that’s left
You are humanity’s only hope
You are going to find your way... maybe not today but you will
And when you do find it, you’ll know to look me up, I’ll be here awhile
And when and if along your journey, you should lose hope just come see me
And I will set things right once again.


9/11, Day of Remembrance

That fateful day, 9/11, will always be in my head. The images of planes crashing into the buildings, tower 1 and tower 2, the people running in the streets, covered all in white, from the buildings. The Pentagon, being attacked and the plane that went down in Pennsylvania, that was directed at the Whitehouse, but re-directed to that location, if it weren’t for those brave passengers on board, there wouldn’t be any Whitehouse. Today, even the images are still there. My heart is hurting for those who lost loved ones. My tears were for them too. It, did “unite” Americans and even made some (like myself) to open my eyes and realize how beautiful life, family and friends are. My life, your life even, can be taken away in a split second. September 11th, as tragic as it was, impacted my life for the better.


Attacks on our nation have left us with

Memories of September 11th. These events have affected our

Emotional stability.

Reborn patriotism has reminded us of our

Independence. Our

Culturally diverse society has helped us move past

Attacks on our great nation.

This is America.



America the land of the free
And the home of the brave.
Nobody thought
It could lead to the grave.
The country watched
As the towers went down
The news of the attack
Spreading from town to town.
Millions cried
As the innocent died

There are many dates to remember
But none of them as important
As the 11th
Of September.


One Year Ago

It was September 11, 2001 and it was just another school day, or so I thought at the time. I woke up at my usual time, 6:30 am. I showered, got dressed, and packed my book bag. As I walked down the hallway in my house, I remembered that I hadn’t studied for my math test. I figured I would study for it throughout the day.

As I pulled into my parking space at the Administration Parking Lot, I saw my friend, Brian walk by. I stopped him, and we walked and talked about miscellaneous stuff until we got to the main entrance of the school. Then we went our different ways and the first bell rang at 7:15 am. I ran up to my locker on the second floor to get my history book, since I had history A/B mod.

I walked into class just as the second bell rang at 7:20 am. I went to my desk, and then fell right asleep on my desk until the class was over. I then went to homeroom, and then to aid for the special education teacher, Mrs. Wagner. I studied for my math test and then before I knew it, C/D mod was over. I then walked into my E/F mod, Honors English 11 class.

As we went over that day’s vocabulary lesson, I grew more and more anxious to going back to bed. Then, out of nowhere it seemed, Dr. Baker, another English teacher came into our room and said that an airplane had crashed into one of the Twin Towers. Mrs. Sullivan quickly turned the television on, and we must have seen the replay of the plane a dozen times before another plane ran into the adjacent tower. It was a horrific sight, and I was completely stunned. I felt as if I was watching a movie, but then once I realized that it wasn’t I just sat there and thought about my relatives that didn’t live far from the two towers.

I also thought about how my father use to work on the 89th floor of the South Tower, and that was right where one of the planes’s crashed, or close to it. E/F mod ended, and we all headed to our next class. Mine was Honors Physics. About five minutes into the class, one of the towers fell, then the other. I was completely numb, and then I heard crying. It was coming from two of my friends, one of them a girl, the other a boy. Then, as if things couldn’t get any worse, we received word that a plane crashed into the pentagon.

As the day continued, I got a little better after hearing from my parents that my aunt, uncle, and grandparents were all ok. My math test also went pretty well too. Now, up to present day when I look back on what happen 364 days ago, I am still in disbelief that such a thing could have and did happen in today’s times.


I was on the 2nd day of a two week vacation: I turned on the television that morning and realized that something AWFUL had happened but I was not sure what it was. My first thought was ACCIDENT and this was before news of the Pentagon and the crash in rural PA. I had planned to go to Dayton and Wilberforce to see an old friend, the retired University Organist at Central State University. As I drove north on I-75, I kept getting constant reports of the scope of the disaster on the radio, and it became clear to me that this was no ordinary accident. When I arrived in downtown Dayton, the streets were eerily quiet, just as they had been On 22 November 1963, when news of the assassination of John F. Kennedy came over the news. People were walking around lookin stunned; if they were talking, for some reason I could not hear them, nor much of anything else. It was as if a blanket of SILENCE hung over everything. I drove on to Wilberforce and stopped at my friend’s house. There was no answer to my knock and I noticed cards and notes festooned around the door. I looked at some of them and they were sympathy cards addressed to my friend and his family. With a sense of deep foreboding, I drove to the Xenia Public Library and searched their newspapers for the previous month, only to learn that my friend had DIED on 10 August 2001—the same day on which I had buried my mother. I photocopied his obituary and drove back to Cincinnati, the radio still on with news and speculation about the events of that day. I remember thinking: I could understand my friend’s death, but what had occurred in NYC and elsewhere made NO SENSE. What a BUMMER day—and one I shall not forget for as long as I live!!!