Senior Social

I was in fifth grade at the time in Mrs. Larson's class. At Cathedral there wasn't very large class sizes so I was with almost all of my friends. I remember the principal at the time coming into the class room and whispering to my teacher. She had just told us that during lunch planes had crashed into the World Trade Center. The principal was there to stop her from telling us because it would upset us. I remember just sitting with my friends and not fully comprehending what was going on. A few girls were worried about their fathers having to go off to war because of what happened. Others were nervous because they had relatives in New York and weren't quite sure where they were now.

School ended that day and my mom came to pick me up. She drove my sister and I straight home and then the whole family sat on the couch and watching the footage and news come live onto the television. We didn't say a word the whole time; we just watched in a mixture of disbelieve and horror. I'd never seen my dad cry before and it was incredibly unnerving to see. That day will be forever burned into my memory as it will for the millions who saw and experienced it.