I remember waking up for school that morning and we had a proctor kid living with us at the time and he was watching the news, but I really did not think anything of it that morning. I got on the bus for school at Lakeridge Jr. High. My first class of the day was TLC. When I got there all the kids were all talking and messing around and I thought the teacher was not there yet. After a few minutes I realized that the TV was on and the teacher was watching what was happening. Slowly we all quieted down and started watching because we knew something serious was happening. While watching the report the 2nd plane hit. Once that happened I started to worry about what would happen next.My first thoughts were about an attack here. I worried about attacks on my school or the university that my mother worked at. I also worried about my father who is a police officer and what would happen if there was an attack here or if he would go to New York to help like so many other police officers, fire fighters, and paramedics did. I do not remember anything else from that day because there was not really anything that happened other than watching the coverage of the attack or discussing it in classes or at home but I will never forget that morning.





