Personal Experience Narrative

Throughout the past year, many people throughout the nation have attempted to continue to live their lives the same as usual even after tragedy. The upcoming anniversary of September 11th reminds many, like myself, of how a nation can be affected by self-less acts that not only killed innocent people, but also killed the security of an entire country. I experienced that tragic day differently from those who just watched the events unfolding on the television. These attacks hit closer to home than I can ever in my dreams imagine.

It was a normal Tuesday morning, just like any other day. I got up at the sound of the noisy buzzer on my alarm clock. I showered, got dressed and got myself ready for another challenging day in high school. I arrived at school where all the traffic was moving busily like always. Students were driving in to school, and the school buses driving in to drop off students. All seemed well for another day at Stroudsburg High School.

Arriving at third period, Mr. White’s Contemporary Issues and the Law class, I stumbled upon my friends and

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There was a knocking at the door to the classroom and she went to go see who was there. This entire stunt was planned from the view that I am looking at.

Everyone in our classroom was glued to the television set. Just as that building was coming down, so were the tears that were desperately seeking to fall from my eyes. I was also still worrying for the rest of my family who I did not even have any knowledge of their whereabouts. White’s room and walked quickly down the stairs and headed for my fourth period class. All of a sudden my friend from the back of the room shouts out to me “Melissa, doesn’t your father work there?” I look up at the television and see major damage to the north tower of the World Trade Center. That day will change my life forever. She was told to turn off the television as a request by the office to all classrooms and instructors. At that point, I heard massive screams of fear and helplessness coming from the television. The only thing that I could think of in my mind was all those innocent people who were still in those towers.

When I arrived at my Algebra class, the students talking about the World Trade Center surrounded me. By this time I already have the biggest feeling in the pit of my stomach that something was truly wrong. About fifteen to twenty minutes later the second plane hit the south tower of the World Trade Center. I on the other hand, much like the other classmates in the room, look on in astonishment.

Approximate Word count = 721
Approximate Pages = 3 (250 words per page double spaced)

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