Personal Narrative Essay To Remember 9/11
Personal Narrative Essay: Remembering 9/11
Many repressed memories tend to be good, joyful, and positive. However, some lean in the negative direction. These memories are ones you want to really forget, and never bring up again. The memory I remember most happened when I was 11 years old, in fifth grade.
I was sitting in the classroom when the principal came on the intercom, announcing that the bells would be delayed, and those not staying after school to go to the cafeteria. So several classmates and I started headed to the lunchroom. As we walked in, teachers with panicky and terrified faces frantically directed us to the tables. People were whispering, crying, and yelling and screaming. I sat down at one of the long, smooth, freezing brown tables, waiting anxiously to hear what was happening. I looked around and saw ugly white walls and tons of people. As more students poured in the vast cafeteria, teachers and administrators were walking hurriedly around, with horrified faces, and tear marks streaming down their faces. I, as many others, looked puzzled, student to student, wondering what in the world was going on.
It felt like an eternity had passed, but as I kept glancing up at …show more content…
The trip home seemed like the longest ever. We walked into the house to find my dad with the TV on. More smoke, more fog, more running to save lives. I remember sitting in front of the TV set, watching aghast and scared. The footage went on forever. Finally my parents calmed me down and convinced me a good nights’ rest would do me some good. I lay in bed racking my brain to figure out why someone would do something so horrible. The next day, we didn’t have to go to school, so I stayed home with my mom. I kept asking her over and over again why this happened, but whatever explanation she gave me, I still couldn’t completely put it all
Many repressed memories tend to be good, joyful, and positive. However, some lean in the negative direction. These memories are ones you want to really forget, and never bring up again. The memory I remember most happened when I was 11 years old, in fifth grade.
I was sitting in the classroom when the principal came on the intercom, announcing that the bells would be delayed, and those not staying after school to go to the cafeteria. So several classmates and I started headed to the lunchroom. As we walked in, teachers with panicky and terrified faces frantically directed us to the tables. People were whispering, crying, and yelling and screaming. I sat down at one of the long, smooth, freezing brown tables, waiting anxiously to hear what was happening. I looked around and saw ugly white walls and tons of people. As more students poured in the vast cafeteria, teachers and administrators were walking hurriedly around, with horrified faces, and tear marks streaming down their faces. I, as many others, looked puzzled, student to student, wondering what in the world was going on.
It felt like an eternity had passed, but as I kept glancing up at …show more content…
The trip home seemed like the longest ever. We walked into the house to find my dad with the TV on. More smoke, more fog, more running to save lives. I remember sitting in front of the TV set, watching aghast and scared. The footage went on forever. Finally my parents calmed me down and convinced me a good nights’ rest would do me some good. I lay in bed racking my brain to figure out why someone would do something so horrible. The next day, we didn’t have to go to school, so I stayed home with my mom. I kept asking her over and over again why this happened, but whatever explanation she gave me, I still couldn’t completely put it all