Yesterday was supposed to be a night to remember for many of my closest friends, only it happened in the worst way possible. It was homecoming night for an all guys school in my area, alot of my friends were invited even though I wasn't. Just earlier yesterday I had seen some of my friends getting their nails and hair done. Completely unaware to the crisis that was going on. One of our fellow sophomores died yesterday. DIED. I can't even wrap my mind around it completely. His mom is my religion teacher at school, and his dad is a theology teacher at a college around where I live. Even though I never met him I feel like I do.

Yesterday there were four sophomores riding an ATV. Just earlier they had competed in a crew competition, it was a normal day for them. They were all had gone to Danny, one of the fours, house to get ready for homecoming. All four of them had decided to ride on one ATV, and they were riding through the woods behind Danny's house. The sophomore driving was also named Dan, when he was driving the ATV crashed into a tree. Two of the sophomores had jumped off the ATV before it hit the tree and have only minor injuries. But unfortunately, Dan and Danny hit the tree head on. At 3 30 pm the police were called. Dan hadn't died on impact, he kept saying he was hot and feel unconscious. He was dead when the police arrived, and Danny has serious head and leg injuries.

That night at homecoming the crash was ment to be kept a secret. The crew coach was just going to tell their teammates about the crash. But even before the coach had got there to tell the team the news spread like wildfire. This school is a huge school, it has two different gyms for homecoming because there was so many people there. But slowly the gym emptied the students walked across campus to the chapel, where priests lead them in a prayer service. The whole school had left the homecoming dances to attend, it is a shock to everyone. My school is the sister school to the school were Dan attended. My grade, the sophomores, are planning a prayer service tomorrow morning instead of going to class in the chapel. His mom was our religion teacher, many of my classmates went to school with him, and many others knew him. He was an all honors student and had a great future.

Rest in Peace. You will be missed.

Never Forget.

Little, naive, and confused. That's what I was on that fateful day. Sitting in my second grade classroom, I looked out the door and saw all the older kids running down the hallways screaming and crying. My teacher attempted to shut the door; but it was a little too late. Being the little curious child I was I ran out into the hallway with several classmates. Mass confusion and chaos had broken out at my school, there was nothing any of the teachers could do to stop it. I went up to one of the older kids, who just happened to be my babysitter at the time, what was going on. She was balling her eyes out, I'd never seen her cry before. Her friend came over and started telling her that her dad was fine. Apparently he was supposed to be in a meeting at the World Trade Center but was running late and didn't make it. My babysitter tears of horror turned into ones of relieve. I kept asking her what was going on, she explained to be quote, "Some very bad people have hurt alot of people today." I was still confused but she decided it was best if she took me back to my classroom; not that it mattered much everyone else was running through the hallways trying to figure out what was going on. On the way back to my classroom was the teacher's lounge, no one was in it because the teachers were trying to round up all the students. There was a little TV in it, but the news was on. We went in and started watching it. To me I thought a 'scary movie' was in the TV and kept asking my babysitter why the teachers were watching it. Little did I know then, that it was actually a video of the plane crashing into the twin towers. All my babysitter could tell me was that she didn't understand why anyone would do that. As her and her friend stood open mouth watching the footage. It was completely terrifying. Buses came to take all of us home in a matter of minutes after that. My babysitter never left my side, I just sat with her terribly confused and crying. The bus was dead silent, besides a few muffled sobs. The last thing I remeber about that day was someone on the bus saying, "isn't it ironic how today is 9/11. Do you think they planned it to be like this? 9-1-1 is supposed to be a call for help."

Now I understand better. I've been to the crash site, I've learned all about it. About why it happened, how it happened, but I still don't understand how something like this could happen... It's my clearest memories and thinking back on it, the eerieness of  "Isn't 9-1-1 supposed to be a call for help?" haunts me. Today is a day of remembrance for all those who died; those who gave there lives trying to save people inside of the twin towns; and especially those passengers who tried to regain control of the plane from the hijackers, there bravery and courage was amazing.

These attacks were ment to put our country into chaos, but instead they've made our country stronger. Now all I'm wondering is what happened to everyone else on 9/11?