by Asha Oshun'Mali

Created on: September 11, 2009   Last Updated: September 12, 2009

The moments we can't forget: Remembering 911

There are some moments that play out like epic films in your memory. You can not make your mind forget these kinds of moments; no matter how hard you try. The day was September 11, 2001. I am a student at the Community College of Philadelphia in Pennsylvania. I am oblivious to anything other than obtaining my associates degree; a dream that I am unsure I will attain.

The morning's class is like any other. There is a teacher at the front of the classroom. He is discussing a chapter in a book on political science. I, for my part, am trying to focus on what he is saying; yet failing miserably. My thoughts drift from what I will eat when I leave class; to having to help my children with homework when I get home. I am also wondering why there is suddenly so much loud commotion outside of the classroom. I question why so many other teachers have let their students out so early.

The door to the classroom opens. A class mate enters hurriedly. His face is red. His actions are erratic. He moves quickly t to his desk and grabs his book bag. While shoving his books in his bag he shouts to us.

"A plane hit the world trade center. Right straight into the side." The classroom is still and quiet as he speaks. "They say it's a terrorist attack. They say were at war."

I try to make sense of what he is saying. I want to question him further, but he is gone to fast, his book bag dangling of his shoulder as he dashes from the room. When someone tells you that the city you were born in has been attacked and other cities in the country you love as well-the reality of life loses its form. Our teacher tries to calm us and encourage us to finish the class. His voice is shaky; his words are unsure.

My mouth and mind work for me. I am a stranger in my own body, listening to words that my consciousness has the sense to utter.

"I'm sorry" I tell him.

"But I have to go and get my kids." Other students speak up too. The air is thick: ripe with fear, confusion and panic. I gather my things and feel as if I am moving in slow motion. I can't seem to gather speed. My mouth is dry. My chest and throat are tight.

"Okay," our teacher submits solemnly. The expression on his face betrays the fear he is trying desperately to conceal. This is a moment that he can not control.

"Go on then." The classroom empties quickly. The hallway outside is a rush of activity. It is all so surreal. Some students are crying. A tall blond girl is sobbing uncontrollably

• 1
• 2
• 3
• Next Page >>