[lil_sunshine]

I remember that September 11th was a Tuesday, mainly b/c my best friend, 9476's, birthday was exactly the week before. I was headed to my school, which is located in Harlem, to make it to my 9:30 class. It was 9:15 when I got off of the train and was able to turn on my CD player/AM/FM radio. Since I was underground for over an hour, I couldn't hear the news about the first plane hitting the first tower. Once I got outside to turn on the radio, it was on Hot 97 and I thought when Star and Bucwild announced the crashes, it was one of Star's sick jokes. Then I turned to other radio stations and they were all reporting the same news. Then I knew it was serious. I made it to my class on time and needless to say, the rest of my classes were cancelled. I couldn't go home b/c the trains weren't running and I decided to check my e-mail and respond to my family members accordingly. I stayed at my school until about 6:00 in the evening to make sure that it was okay for me to take the train home. When I got home, my parents were talking about it. My father works at JFK Airport and he saw the second plane hit the second tower. My mother was watching coverage of the tragedy on CNN, NBC, MSNBC, etc. I also tried to call my best friend, 9476, to let him know I was okay. I tried to get through with the phone card that I had, but it wasn't working. I had to buy another one in order to talk to him and, thankfully, I got through. A few of my relatives from out of town also called to check up on my family. That is a day that I'll, nor anyone else I know, will ever forget.