Category Archives: Students

Though I was only in 5th grade, the events of 9/11 will live on forever in my mind and my heart. I remember my mother quickly turning on the news after my Dad called her in a panic. I didn’t … Continue reading →

I came downstairs that morning and found my step-dad and mother standing in front of the TV with their hands over their mouths, tears falling from my mothers eyes. As i took in the scene on the screen I wasn’t … Continue reading →

I was late to school on September 11, 2001. I was in 6th grade, and my mom was driving me to school when I heard the the radio dj, a woman who was typically peppy in the mornings, report somberly … Continue reading →

I was 17 and a high school junior. That morning in Human Geography I was supposed to be delivering a report, ironically enough, on the Middle East’s political situation. On my way to school I had heard reports about an … Continue reading →

On 9/11, I was sitting in my 4th grade class listening to my teacher. She got distracted by the sound of the TV in the computer room next door and went to see what was going on. She came back … Continue reading →

I had planned to visit my aunt in New York on September 13th, 2001. Obviously my trip was canceled. 3 months later I drove to Best Buy with my dad, who was set to fly out to Baghdad as an … Continue reading →

I was eight years old when the events of 9/11 occurred. What i remember from that day and from what I learned after the fact are somewhat blurred in my head. My parents explained to me that the the world … Continue reading →

I was in third grade, having class as usual when the principal came on the intercom and told the teachers to be aware. We students had no idea what was going on, I didn’t know anything was wrong until my … Continue reading →

The day of 9/11, I was sitting in my 5th grade math class. While I was figuring out long division, I started noticing students getting picked up by their parents. My parents worked in central Houston while we lived in … Continue reading →

I was living in California at the time and I was getting ready for school in the morning. I remember walking into my mom’s bathroom and she was just sitting there crying. There are few time I had ever seen … Continue reading →