We arrived around 8 am and as I got to class it became apparent to me that something was wrong. I saw my fourth grade teacher (I was 9 at the time), Mrs. Mason discussing something with other teachers and all had a stressed expression on their faces. As Mrs. Mason came in the classroom, we all stood up and said the pledge, when we were done; the whole class noticed that she had been crying. She asked the students whether they had heard the news in the television this morning, but most were completely unaware of the event, and I was one of them. She then explained to us that a hijacked plane had crashed into one of the World Trade Centers in New York.
As she was explaining, another teacher rushed in the classroom and whispered to her and she broke down, she was devastated. It was reported at around 9: 10 am that another passenger jet had crashed into the south tower. As these events unfolded the atmosphere in the classroom became increasingly tense. After the second report, she asked the students to stand up and give a moment of silence for those who had died in the incident. We then proceeded and begin studying and had recess.
At lunch we lined up in front of the classroom, as usual and walked into the cafeteria. All the adults, whether it was the teachers or the cooks in the cafeteria, were all distressed and didn’t have the slightest smile on their faces. This was the case until the end of school. I walked back home and told my parents about the event I discovered from school.
Later I found out that the twin towers had both collapsed and that four passenger planes had been hijacked in all. Two had crashed into the World Trade Centers, one at the Pentagon, and another PA. I was happy that my family was not broken by this incident and I was really sorry for those who lost theirs. It was one of the most tragic events in history.
GOD bless all those heroes and their families and I hope that nothing like this will ever happen again.