A Vicious Attack on America - 9/11.

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Bhavesh Patel

Mr. McCarter

English Composition 1301

July 12, 2004

Narrative Essay – A Vicious Attack on America

        The United States, the way we knew it, changed on September 11, 2001.  Shocking as the news was, it was reality and we had to deal with it.  Thousands of lives—men, women, and children of various races and religions—were innocently taken.  These heartless groups of terrorists set their eyes on The World Trade Center buildings in New York City and The Pentagon in Arlington, Virginia.  The terrorist attacks hurt the citizens of America, as well as attempted to destroy the nation’s economic and military power. Instead of turning the American population against one another, the cold-blooded attacks brought the nation together and made America even more dominant.

        The freshmen in Mrs. Morgan’s second period Geometry class at Grand Prairie High School anxiously waited for the dismissal bell to ring.  The three minutes of eternity finally came to an end with a lengthy monotone “beeeeeeeeeeeep.”  I quickly left the classroom and started walking towards the door that leads to the orchestra room.  At this time, half the kids in the school, including me, were completely oblivious.  On a normal day, the students would walk around with their girlfriends or boyfriends gossiping about who is dating whom or simply whispering no nothings.  Today, the hallways were filled with anxiety, fear, and, ironically, compassion.  As I continued my routine walk to Orchestra, I could hear the students shouting, “The Twin Towers and The Pentagon have been attacked.  Three planes have been hi-jacked and rammed into the buildings.”  Disbelief and confusion overwhelmed my senses.  When I was walking up the ramp that leads to the orchestra room my friend, Paul, came running up to me and said, “Bhavesh, they hi-jacked a plane from Dallas and crashed it into The Pentagon.”  I began to ponder about the sincerity of all the terrifying rumors.  Unfortunately, in third period, I found out all the horror was true. Well, it was mostly accurate.  The plane was not from Dallas; it was actually from Dulles.  The correction brought forth a small bit of relief.   We did not know much about the occurring disaster.  We knew that the first two aircrafts departed from Boston and crashed into the Twin Towers around 8:45 A.M and the second at 9:00 A.M.  Classmates periodically claimed they were going to the bathroom, we all know that is the way to get out of class in high school, but instead of wondering the halls they went to other classrooms to watch the news.  Each person that left returned with new information and shared it with the rest of the class.  While students in other classrooms watched the news broadcasts, for us an hour and half passed by without seeing any images or hearing the news for ourselves.  Unanswered questions filled my mind.   Finally, the bell rang and I was off to my next class.

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My fourth period class was History, so I figured we were bound to have access to the news.  After we sat down for class, the teacher made an announcement, “We’re not going to be doing any work today, but instead we’re watching the news.  Pay attention though, you’ll be quizzed,” he said.  I was furious!  “A quiz over the news?” I questioned the teacher with a high-toned voice.  “I did say quiz, did I not, class?” he replied sarcastically.  So there we sat, watching the news, and trying to keep everyone quiet so we could listen and do well on ...

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