Jalil Vazquez’s Blog

What was 9/11 like for you??? April 29, 2008

I was walking the halls like I normally would those days. I can remember that Mr. Wilson was asking all of his students to stop lining the North Penn High School halls like dance line. Something wasn’t the same that day he wasn’t his normal smile and hand shake self. Maybe it was something i did this morning that threw this day off?…….

I arose from the dead and smacked the teeth out of my alarm clock like it was being rude while I was trying to sleep. I did the shower shake and the breakfast boogie and I was out the door with time to spare before the bus came through like a prison train ready to transport me to North Penn Pen.

I remember the bell sounding off letting the student body to get on their horses and stampede through the classroom streets like the Bull Run in Spain. Me, Myself and a couple of homies would walk hard down the halls in snail pace checking out the scenery but it wasn’t for that reason. a showcase of goods is what I would call a walk in the halls . Window shoppers get their pick-up lines ready for the suitors are being released.

…….I asked him but he calmly told me to get to my seat. He was confused about something I couldn’t put my finger on it. This whole day felt off ever since second period people have ben talking. The “Oh My GODS” and the “That Isn’t True” and certainly the “GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE” passed by me on the way to class. Then the loud speaker sounded off. It told us we all had to calmly take a seat and listen to this most important announcement. The television was all over it when we turned it on. Not one station was passing this story on like a note.

Tragedy, Pain, Turmoil are words that I think of now when that day is brought up. When I was younger and dumber I did not think that. I admit that planes’ crashing into the biggest pair of buildings in the U.S. was more like a free pass. We got to go home early from school and my work was closed. Then I went home and watched history and felt the pain for myself. I was wrong to think like that but I could not help it I am who I am.

Now, when I think of the day the towers got attacked I think of the worst thing I have ever witnessed. It doesn’t make me feel better that I realized the worst had just happened. It makes me wonder why people ever asked the question what this world is coming too. My world only resides in my head. I can’t be immune forever.