“Thoughts on September 11” (Essay assignment for my English 1A Composition Class at xxxxxx Community College)

“I was in the living room, reading, when I heard my dad in the kitchen shout, CABRONES! PINCHE CABRONES, pensando que pueden acabar los Estados.” Obviously, I wanted to know why the sudden outburst. So I set down my book and walked into the kitchen to find my father glaring at a replay of an airplane crashing into the World Trade Center, a place that, up until then, I never knew existed.” — Gerardo P.


“My mom and I moved to the United States in the year 2000. I started attending elementary school close to our new apartment, Eagan School. My first class was English with Ms. Hancock. We became very close and she taught me a lot. I slowly started to get used to my new environment. And by eighth grade I could write and understand better English.

One day as I arrived in class, I saw Ms. Hancock was disturbed. I knew something was wrong. She told the class over and over again that two planes had crashed into the World Trade Center only that morning. Everyone was shocked and quiet, but the news didn’t really affect me. My first thought was, this happens in Russia all the time, and now this terrorist act will probably result in war.” — Yuliana V.


“I asked my mom if I could stay home from school. She refused, she said she had to go to work and she didn’t want me to stay home alone. I threw a fit, I didn’t want to go, so I asked her, WHAT IF THEY DECIDE TO HIT OUR SCHOOL? And she said that would not happen. She took me to school.” — Leslie F.


“I can remember what I was doing on September 11, 2001. I remember it not because I knew anyone who died but because I fell ill that day, and my light-headed nausea added to the surreal shock.

We had been adding on to the back of our house at the time, and the workers arrived at our house around seven. Seven is also the time when the news station my family watched switched from local to national news, so we got it from both sides. As we sat and watched one of the towers smolder, another airplane came and made a very un-graceful landing in the second tower.

We all sat and stared for a long time. Eventually we all detached ourselves from the TV and tried to go to work or to school. For the most part this worked. School was half-empty. But I honestly cannot say how the whole day went.” — Julia P.


“On September 11, 2001, I remember rushing to school. Once I arrived, I started walking through the hallways. All I saw were all the doors wide open and all of the TVs were on with their volume turned up full blast.” — Magdalena K.


“All I did on 9/11 was wake up.” — Dietrick W.


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