9/11

September 11th is an extremely vivid memory for me. I was in 11th grade at the time. I was in school at Kickapoo High School in Springfield Missouri. I remember that I was taking an Algebra 2 test and our principal walked in. I was sitting relatively close to the classroom door and overheard our principal tell my teacher there was some sort of attack in New York. At the time, I was trying to focus on my test, but I couldn't shake the thoughts of what could have possibly happend.

Once my test was over, I had to go to my Speech class. Ironically, that year in Debate our topic was about weapons of mass destruction. When I got to my speech class, all we did was watch the news. I remember seeing the second tower fall and my entire body went numb. I didn't personally know any of the people who's lives were taken that day, but I can only imagine how those people felt. It was a horrible school day. My dad texted me and told me that I better go fill my gas tank up because gas prices were going to sky-rocket. This instilled an indescribable fear in me, because I didn't realize that something like that could affect our situation in Missouri. That was quite the reality check for me, and quite honestly, it terrified me.

I don't think that I will ever forget where I was and what I was doing on that day. I may not be able to remember the exact specifics, but I will always have that engrained in my memory.