September 11

High School was still new to me. I was a freshman and had no idea what to do every morning. Who was I going to talk to when my parents dropped me off? Where was I going to stand? Where was I going to fit in? Questions that every freshmen get as they are starting high school. On September 11 I decided to go straight to class to ask my teacher a few questions - biology was never my thing. I walked in and he is staring at the TV. Class didn't start till 9:30, so no one was in there. Tears started dripping down his face. I looked at the TV and it was utter chaos. I wasn't familiar with the World Trade Center buildings in NYC and he began to explain everything to me. Students began rolling in and others were being picked up from school already.
The rest of the day was quiet. The TV's stayed on all week. Rumors surfaced. The biggest one of them all was the next terrorist attack was going to be in Texas - on President Bush's land. It is kind of obscure to think of this now, but it was feared in young Americans in Texas. Of course, none of us knew what was ultimately going on. There was no information yet and as far as we could see, anything this insane could happen.
At the end of the day, I realized it didn't matter who I was going to talk to or where I was goign to stand. There were bigger problems in the world to fear - Not my social interaction at 15.