My City September 2021

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MCC later that day so I left the high school and drove home to get ready for class listening to the news on the radio. I got home and turned on the TV just as the North tower fell. I was just stuck in time. I remember I called my other job and the school asking, what to do. I got ahold of my parents who were out of town and just felt like a moment of surreality. The reality

of the desctruction still has never been fully realized. Jonathan Boedecker MCM Production It was a normal morning (or, as normal a morning as any feels in high school.) The first plane hit when I was sitting in my second period class – study hall.The teacher received a mes sage on her computer and gasped aloud. Most

of us looked up from the various assignments we’d been frenziedly trying to finish. Without a word, she grabbed the remote control and flipped on the classroom TV. It took a moment to register. Smoke. Smoke billowing into the sky, sirens on the TV playing in the background like the music of the inex pert fumbling of a chil dren’s orchestra. Confu sion, that was my first reaction. We watched,

eyes squinted, students looking around at each other and murmuring, waiting for the teacher to explain, for the scene we were watching to make sense. Class ended and we filed out into the halls. The usual cacophony that accompanied passing time was slightly subdued. Third period began, but the television was off. No amount of plead ing changed our English teacher’s mind. A few

minutes in, another teacher barged into the classroom. “They’ve crashed into the sec ond tower,” he said, his eyes wide, bewildered. The room was instantly quiet, eerily so, as our teacher put her hand over her mouth, and turned away. And for the first time, I wasn’t confused. I was scared.

Alexandria Nolan MCM Contributing Writer

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