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| Whats up people? I was teaching a preschool class in NYC when administrators and social workers let out horrific cries in the hallway and I found out about what has happened. To stay calm in front of a class when you feel like screaming and crying at the top of your lungs at something like this going on, is exrtremely dificult to say the least. My big brother was working on phones in the building when the plane crashed into it. Thank god he is alright, but he is tramatized expecially because he watched people in desperation jump to there death out of windows, as he ran throught the streets he saw heads and arms of bodies. Unofrtunately I feel this is the beginning of much more horror. I always thought of terrorist attacks like this that might occur in my city, and they finally have. My usually calm peaceful self is full of horror and rage, and I'm sure the country I live in with its high almighty opinion of its self with retaliate hard, and these desperate terrorists will unleash nuclear warheads and what not. This day I shall never forget, just a few years as a teenager many days I went to the world trade center and looked down on the world from the roof. From neighboring states on long drives I could still these the massive buildings, now they are gone. After parents frantically came to my school and picked up the children I saw police in my school's all u could hear were radios and see people somberly standing around. I smell the burning debris of the building, how horrible it all is. |
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