MY senior year in High School, was in my "problem solving" math class...easiest class ever...anyways, it was roughly 10:30 (don't quote me on that) and very few people in the school had any idea what was going on...definetly not the students. One of the teachers aides came in and quietly said to my teacher "The towers are gone." He replied "What do you mean GONE?" "They collapsed..."
Now I'm in the front of the class, and I heard every word, and still wasn't sure what they meant...but i knew it was something important. Normally we can't touch the computers during class, but I asked and he reluctantly let me...I went to CNN.com and was just totally floored by what I saw. The towers were gone, and the weirdest feeling came over me. I've never felt this way before in my life, but I tend to relapse into it every year on this occasion...I have never felt so furious and sad at the same time...I felt so strongly for those people who were killed, and so angry that someone had done this to us. I nearly got into my car and drove to NYC (I lived in midwestern massachusetts at the time), but by the time I had reached that decision, I was hearing reports from the RedCross and local authorities that there were too many volunteers...they didn't know what else to do with the people that came to help...I didn't want to be in the way. Ever since that day, I've had numerous reminders of the attacks. Between news reports, video/audio i've found online, and even very personal stories from friends. A friend's brother who was at ground zero from minute number one pretty much recently died, and that just broke my heart.
I'll never forget how I felt on 9/11/01, and I hope that this is a day that people can put aside differences and just remember the ones who are lost, and the ones who have lived on without their loved ones.