As the fifth anniversary of the World Trade Center collapse pushes nearer, there is some compaign asking "where were you". Well I have two words for you campaign: "IN BED"! It was 5:46 in the morning when the first plane ran into the first tower (whichever one it was). I was trying my hardest to stay asleep.
I was a senior in high school when it happened and it seemed too far away to really affect me. I mean the towers are 3000 miles away. It's not like it's in my backyard or something.
I was really pissed that day but for all the wrong reasons. The deal was that everything after school was canceled (I was the high school volleyball manager at the time, and I took my job very seriously, but I had no job to do). The baseball season was halted for NEARLY A WEEK! I also happen to enjoy watching baseball very much and it was going to be one of the few games I'd actually be able to see. Stupid contracts.
The only reason I was so mad at the attacks was that everything I liked doing was cancelled for a week. I didn't care about the lost lives or the rescue effort or the fact that the nation wasn't safe anymore (which still hasn't hit me yet). I just wanted to do something after school, instead of the usual homework, tv, bed.
And then, there were the curtailing of my civil liberties. I wanted to be able to check out books without my choices being scrutinized. I wanted the freedom to be able to criticize the job that the government was doing without the risk of being watched or thrown in jail. I want speak out against the unnecessary war.