On September 14, 2001 I wrote in my journal. I remember what I felt like three days before. I was in my alone when my roommate came in and embraced me. I remember being frightened. We sat down on her bed and we turned on the television. My heart was pounding. I was scared. It was a mixture of wanting to be with my family and being completely confused as to how America could be at the mercy of this terrible tragedy. Wasn’t America supposed to be the most powerful nation in the world? Our government was too smart; too strong to let something like this happen. We watched the towers fall as we gripped our hands together. Our room soon became full of other students. We became closer that day. All of us did.
Dear Diary, September 14, 2001
It is three days from the tragedy in New York City. Terrorists flew two planes into the World Trade Center buildings. It has been a tough week with reports on all the deaths of so many deaths of innocent people. I’ve been so emotional lately. My mom called the other day (Tuesday) in tears. She never cries. It was so nice to hear her voice. All of this is making adjusting to school so much harder. It’s so sad that people do such evil things to each other. The thought of a war is so scary. I miss my mother.
As I read further into my diary, there was little mention of the aftermath of September 11. Even though, I was a member for the social justice club, I thought about the war when I was at that meeting and not again until the next. Eventually, I stopped going to the meetings. It was time consuming and I had other things to do. I became wrapped up in my freshman year of college and I was consumed by everything around me. I barely had time to call home to catch up with my family and friends. I was making new friends, falling in love, and exploring a new city. I was having the time of my life. The year was flying by and before I knew it, May had come and I was packing to go home for the summer.
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