[RKElectricalman]

I was in 6th grade, as well, at the time, and it was the second week of school for us and my first day back from vacation. I remember coming in late to class that day to get acquainted with my surroundings, classes, and my schedule which I was completely new to. Not too long after introducing my self to the class, and getting settled in to my second block class, the PA droned asking the teachers to check their emails...

Our teacher, going against the advised protocol, turned on the TV and let us experience the tragedy in front of us. It was a hard moment to take in, in general, and even worse being of the faith and skin tone I am. We left school early that day, and the whole day I was bent on finding out more information on the day's events. It was heart breaking to see it happening, over and over again. It was terrifying knowing that they could've hit the White House, and so close to you in Virginia. It was hard to walk confident in days following the attack, not knowing if I would be persecuted for my faith as others across the US were.

A tragedy caused by radicals, and terrorists, effected a country as a whole and people of all different kinds. Before we united, we needed a shock to make us civil again.... I'll never forget 9/11