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Everyone remembers Sept. 11 in their own way
|By RYAN GUENINGSMAN|
Thursday morning, Sept. 11
I woke up this morning, and I didn't even realize what the date was until I turned the TV on.
Up until two years ago, the date Sept. 11 really didn't mean much to me. It was just an ordinary day, plus my sister and brother-in-law's wedding anniversary date.
That all changed two years ago. I was running about 10 minutes late for school, which is no surprise to anyone who knows me, and when I got in the car to head toward school, there was a special news bulletin that a plane had hit one of the World Trade Towers.
Music stopped on all the stations, and the news was all the same at that point no one knew really why that plane hit the tower or what was going on. Certainly a terrorist attack was not something people were thinking of.
I stayed in my car about 10 more minutes listening to the radio, and they announced that another plane was reported hijacked.
After that, I walked into school, checked in, and walked into the art room. The art teacher at the time was one of my favorites, and since he did not have a class in his room first hour, I went to see what was going on with him (of course, for me, the option of going to my first hour class didn't even cross my mind I wanted to know more what was going on).
As I went in the art room, the art teacher, who is a major sports buff, started talking about how today was the day that Michael Jordan was going to announce his comeback.
I stopped him and told him that there was something way bigger than that going on.
First we went on the Internet to see if we could find anything about what was happening, but after about five minutes of trying to load a page, we gave up and found a TV. We sat there the remainder of the hour just watching, taking it all in.
Neither of us really said anything I think we were both too surprised at what was happening on our soil.
Things like this happen in countries overseas, places we will more than likely never visit but not here. It just didn't seem possible.
Today, there aren't really any local services planned that I am aware of. People seem to be remembering what happened two years ago in their own ways.
Maybe it is not a bad thing that I forgot what the date was when I woke up this morning.
In doing so, that reminded me that even after an attack as awful as what happened two years ago, we are still living our lives normally, and therefor the terrorists have not succeeded at what they were trying to accomplish.
The day will never be completely "normal" though. For those who lost friends and family, this will always be a day of remembering those people. Everyone should take a little time to reflect on what happened, but people should do it how they want.
We still live our day-to-day lives, and that is the best possible thing we can have to show those who are responsible for the damage done that day they may have struck hard, but in the end, we will win.