#2275 | Wednesday, September 11th 2002
Where was I on September eleventh???? I was at school, and everything didn’t come clear to me about what was going on until our school started being evacuated that day. I woke up that day with my mom yelling at me to wake up and see the news. It was 6:30 in the morning and everything to me was so confusing. A t school, nothing was happening except our teachers telling to us to be quiet and listen to the intercom.. Our school principal was saying information about what was happening and what was about to happen. I remember little kindergarteners crying and running away whenever a plane passed by. That day I went over my freinds house. I remember her parents crying and being worried about what was going on. Still I was confused about why the World Trade Center was crashing down .
Malls were closed, stores were closed, everything was closed. It was a very sad day I will never forget.

Tatiana Monson | 28 | Maine

#2077 | Wednesday, September 11th 2002
I was working in a Retirement home for the Eldelry, while getting thier 7:40am Breakfast ready the Report showed on our TV in the Living room ajourning the Dining Room. We could not Believe what was happening. Most of the Residents are in thier late 80's or 90's.
It was a hard Day for us and not one person dared to leave the room.
I was upset they had to see this.
But they chose to watch. I feared for
my own Family even though I knew they were safe.
God Bless one and all
Lisa R. Cyr
maine Usa
fell free to e-mail anytime
lise_ray@hotmail.com

Lisa Cyr | 43 | Maine

#1728 | Saturday, September 7th 2002
I was working at a 24-hour a day call center for Adelphia Cable in Bangor, Maine. My fellow co-workers and I had the TV on as the first plane hit the North Tower. We watched in horror as the second plane impacted the South Tower. Then, something amazing happened. All of the phones in this call center ceased ringing. An eerie silence fell over the sales floor as the TV began flinging horrorific details through sights and sounds at us. People in the building were crying. Others showed the caring and the haunting in their eyes. We closed the office to walk-in traffic as we are a communications center and close to an International Airport. People began to wander the floor looking to comfort and for comfort. We all were lost.
Raymond Gray | 37 | Maine

#1605 | Tuesday, August 27th 2002
I was sitting at my desk at work and someone had come up to me and said, "Did you hear about the World Trade Center, a plain just hit it." I thought, wow, I wonder what happened with the plain to make it crash. Then I heard about the second one. I knew right then, it wasn't an accident. My husband wrote me an email that said "Happy Birthday, Huh?" From now on, my birthday will always be linked with this tragic event.
Tia Howe | 24 | Maine

#751 | Sunday, February 10th 2002
I was sitting in my classroom, like I always did at that time of day. I was 16 and naive to the thought of destruction coming so close to home. We sat there in silence since moments before an armed gunman was coming up to our school and we were in lock down until the police apprehended him. I sat in a chair that was nothing more than a piece of plastic and some parts of metal. I sat in a hall way high on the top floor of the building, floor length windows surrounding me. I sat there with a sketch book in my hand, drawing the intricate details of the Victorian building. I sat there in peaceful silence, not knowing that a plane had smashed into the side of the world trade building. I sat there until I heard a scream in the classroom, filled with 7 high school students.

I stopped and waited to hear why there was a scream, but all I heard was “turn on the radio”. It was then that I knew that something had happened. I ran from my simple plastic chair into the small classroom, and just as I entered I heard a newscaster come on the radio saying there’s dust everywhere, I can’t see. I stopped and looked around at the blank faces of my friends, and asked what had happened. They replied in sullen voices that a plane had crashed into the WTB and that there were people still inside and another one just hit into the second building.

I directed my ears to the radio, and heard the most horrible thing I could ever imagine. The woman on the radio was still saying there was dust everywhere and people running everywhere, and then she stopped speaking, gasps were coming out of her mouth as screaming erupted around her. She yelled run run the building is coming down! The screaming and yelling was horrific as I heard the crashing of the building falling. You could hear as it hit the ground, you could hear the people running to save their lives. And then it just stopped...there was no more sound. There was nothing at all. Trembles flew through my body as I looked around at the searching faces, yet none of us could comprehend what had happened.

I got up slowly, grabbed my book bag and walked out of the room, tears streaming down my face. I walked across the school campus, and the air was still like the radio. I felt bare and exposed so I ran to the other building. I entered my homeroom for lunch and there was laughing. I stopped short and looked around in horror as I saw happy faces. My friend said Hey Julia how are you? beautiful day isn’t it. My face was of pure disgust as I stared at her joyous face. I asked her why she was happy? she answered why wouldn’t I be? I said how about the two buildings with thousands of people in it that was hit by planes? She had not heard, no one had in my homeroom. I was the barer of bad news. However my entire school seemed distant to the fact that people had died, they were unemotional. The only people that had the right emotions were the ones in that class with me. They had heard the terror.

I emailed my boyfriend, I needed to have the comfort of letting someone know I was all right. He lived half a world away, yet I knew he would be worried about me. I needed to tell someone how I felt without hearing happiness. My school did not handle the situation well, and I had no time to grieve. Our classes were not canceled, there was no break to the constant pressure. And I was left alone to deal with it my own way. I went home that day shaken beyond belief, and forced myself to work. It took 2 weeks to even work the way I use to.

The next day, after the tragedy, I went up to that very classroom that I had heard the immense destruction and I stopped before I entered that room. I stopped by the chair that had held my body before I ran from it to hear the news. It had not been moved from it’s spot and the sketch book was left on the ground where I had dropped it. The picture was not finished and I picked it up delicately to look at it. I cried then, knowing that between drawing that line that I looked at, and hearing “turn on the radio” my life had been changed. I marked the date on the picture and stared out the windows. I sat back down in the chair, leaving it in the same position and cried over and over again.

I lost a friend in that building, and still I have never grieved.

Julia | 16 | Maine

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