It was a normal Tuesday morning at Marist High School in Chicago. Waking up, getting ready and rushing to get to class on time was all that was on my mind. Showing up to my first period class was just like a routine school day until that class was over. My second class holds daily announcements every morning, but this was a little different. The faculty did not express the fact that it was a terrorist bombing, all they said was two planes collided into the World Trade Center towers in New York. I felt puzzled at the fact that two planes would just collide into the towers with no explanation.

That class ended and on to my third class I went. The television was already on and I saw what was left of the towers and the news broadcasters talking about terrorist attacks. Then it switched over the the Pentagon with a huge hole in the side of it and I began getting nervous. I thought to myself, whoever did this is going to cause World War III. Trying to blow up the Pentagon and even trying to get at the White House was the biggest mistake a country or group could do. During this time, announcements were made for those students who want to leave can leave. When they started talking of the numbers who were involved and most likely dead I was scared and also sympathetic.

Sitting and watching in my next class, I began to worry. My father is a Chicago police officer in the first district in downtown Chicago. What if they were to strike there next? The day ended and I went home. Everywhere I looked, people were talking about it or watching the grusome scene on television. I fell asleep that night thinking and wondering what would be next. The day ended, but the tragedy will go on forever.

*Jason Demas is a Freshman undeclared major