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Do you remember where you were 5 years ago? -- OOC entry I do--and I would have written this this morning if I wasn't going to be late to work. When the first plane it, I was was in the library waiting for first bell--my first period was Library Aide. The following is various conversations throughout the day: Mrs. Robinson (librarian): "Guys, come here!" Me: "Huh? What?" walks over to the multimedia section of the library where there's always a TV on flipped to MSNBC Mrs. Robinson: points at the TV "A plane just hit the world trade center." Me: "Was he drunk? The Trade Center is a little hard to miss." Mrs. Robinson: "I don't know." Ida: "Hey, what's up?" Me: "The World Trade Center got hit by a drunk piolet." Ashley: "What?" Me & Mrs. Robinson: point at the TV Later on when the second plane hits. By this time the library is getting packed with students watching the news reports. Me: "Odds are high that there's two drunk piolets." Tiara: "Too much of a coincenece for that." Melissa: "Who would hit the trade centers?" After news reports of terrorisim, reports of a third plane having crashed short of the pentagon, & more students have come in to watch the reports. Me: "There's no way this can be happening." Tyrel resident paranoid conspiritist: "Oh it's happening alright." Me: "Ty, I'll have none of your paranoid banter right now please." Tyrel: "I wasn't going to. Not with Suzy within earshot." Me: turns and sees Suzy "Oh Suze..." Suzy, btw, is a student that transferred from NYC to St George KS the year before. I don't remember the reason. Then, after the towers fell. Me: tearing up "Oh ********..." Mr. Schmitz (history): "You said it..." Once all three lunch periods were over, the administrators decided to cancel all the classes since just about everyone was cramming into the library to watch the news. They moved everyone into the gym to watch the reports. It still breaks my heart to think back on that day when so many good people died in senseless violence...and even today it pisses me off to think that there were people who protested not fighting back. I agree now the war is stupid, but back then, I had this view: "Okay, if you don't think we should fight back after getting attacked, then don't you DARE lift a finger against me when I beat the crap out of you for no reason at all!"

Posted by: Dragon student Tue Sep 12, 2006 @ 02:38am

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Commented on: Tue Sep 12, 2006 @ 04:05am


	due to reasons of a messy life, i will add my account here and not on my main journal page, if that's ok. That morning, I was going off to work at a preschool (Headstart program). At first I was annoyed that my radio station wasn't playing songs, and it took only a few words for me to realize something serious was happening. A plane had flown into the world trade center. I got to work, and the other aides and I set up for the day in a quiet trance, with the radio cranked all the way up. The kids came, and we went through the routines like zombies, with one of us always stationed by the radio in case anything new came across. Like when the second plane hit. And the third. And when the towers fell. I was at the radio when the towers fell, I remember that much. But most of it is a blur. Not even two hours later, and half the children in all the classes had been retrieved from the school early by their parents. I have to explain one thing here. I lived on a military base. My work was near the base. So the people who lived there were from all over the US. One of my neighbors was from NY, and her mom still lived there. Thankfully she didnt work in the WTC. Anyways... after work, I spent over two hours trying to get on post. And I mean, quite literraly, like 2.8 hours. To move less than a mile. I could have walked there, had I been willing to ditch my car. But it was our only vehicle, and I wasn't. I didn't get to see the television reports until I got home. My kids were all too young to realize what was going on. And thankfully, even my oldest barely knows what was going on. Oh. And I was 7 months pregnant and really emotional, which might explain why I only remember certain images, and the rest of the day was trance-like. The military base on which we lived was like a kicked anthill. My disabled son had nursing help, but they had a heck of a time getting permission to get on post... there were many other difficulties, for many weeks. That day is still pretty vivid, but the weeks following were quite fuzzy and confused. Thats about it for me.

Commented on: Tue Sep 12, 2006 @ 04:14am


	That's why I posted this entry (in a few places actually where I have journal access): For anyone who wants to remember 9/11.

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