10 years ago today, I was seventeen and in my senior year of high school. 1st period was AP Statistics, and we had a test that morning. This was before Facebook updates, internet news feeds and the predominance of text messaging, so during that hour, we were cut off from the world. The bell rang to go to homeroom around 9:00am, and while walking through the hallway, I heard other students talking about a plane crashing into the World Trade Center. ”What a horrible freak accident” I thought. Then I got to homeroom and the television was on. The second plane had just hit minutes before. That was when the sinking realization came that this was no accident.
I don’t know if we had a morning show that morning, because no one wanted to change the channel. We were all glued to the news. 3rd period was Physics, and instead of having a normal class, our teacher turned off the television and we discussed what happened. This was the first time I ever heard the name Osama Bin Laden. The principal made an announcement. Then a student who had been in the office rushed in and told us to turn the television on, one of the towers had collapsed. We were glued to the TV once again, and watched in horror as the second tower fell.
4th period was English, and my English teachers way of coping with what had happened was to have class as usual. I think we studied Shakespeare, but everything was in such a daze, that I really don’t remember. I skipped lunch that day to go to the library so I could keep watching the news. I had journalism for the last class of the day, and I was already witnessing the aftermath of what that day would bring. One of my classmates was Egyptian, and other students had been asking her about Islam. She was insulted because she was Coptic Orthodox – her family left Egypt to avoid religious persecution. This was only the beginning of the xenophobia to come.
I can’t remember what I did the day before, or what I did the day after. But September 11, 2001, will be forever etched into my memory.
























