September 11, 2001 was just another typical day of class until I realized that the destruction on the television wasn't a move, but the late breaking news. I was sitting in my government class holding my head up with my hand as I glanced over at the television. My eyes fixed on the screen as I watched a plane crash into the World Trade Center. I focused in more on the television as the building exploded with smoke and flames. My hand moved from my head, not sure as to what I just saw. My hand then slowly rose into the air as I scanned the rest of the class to see if I was the only one that realized what just happened. Then I say in a confused voice "a plane just crashed into the World Trade Tower." The class breaks out into a rumble of conversation then a sudden hush overcame the class as the teacher turned the volume up on the television. .
The class sits and stares at the television hanging on every word the broad caster says. My teacher then walked over to the call button for the main offices and told them to announce to all the classes what is going on and to turn the television on. Shortly after a somber and scared voice came one the intercom and informed the rest of the school about the tragedy. The students begin to talk among each other. Some are yelling "nuke those bastards" while others are like it might have been an accident. Some students are scared some are mad but me, I was curious, confused, and drawn to the whole catastrophe. .
Again I scanned the room. My eyes then locked on a quiet guy in the back of the room. He just sat there arms crossed at his desk. He stared at the television, his eyes never blinked. I was taken back by his reaction to everything. It was almost as if he didn't know what was going on. I kept looking at him, in some weird way I couldn't take my eyes off of him. As the news flooded in, the louder the class got but, not this guy he just put his head down on desk.