Life After 9/11 Reflection

and did. After I lost a very close friend, I realized, you never know what anyone is going through. Now I am a lot more cautious about what I say to people.
The first few months of my senior year in high school were normal. I participated in all of our school activities, like football games, class meeting, senior activities; you name it I was there. Anyone who walks in to the building can just sense the happy vibe, no matter what happens outside of the building, whether you have had a bad morning, or problems at home. The school was a cheerful place, where you could escape from all the negativity in life, well at least that's what I thought and felt about it. Everyday I dreaded getting out of bed in the morning, most days at that. I was lucky to be in Mrs Wedlich's 12th grade English class. Walking into her classroom was like walking into a movie. She was a spiritual teacher and does things like always keeping some thyme somewhere in the classroom. If you ask her about the thyme, she would look up at
We had people do their project on, famous people, teen suicide, secrets of the illuminati, and many many other topics. November 10th, half of the class presented their projects. Teen suicide was the last project to be presented to the class. Farod sat unusually quiet until, the person who was presenter said “Pansexual identified people have the physical/emotional/spiritual capability of falling in love or being with someone regardless of their
The days leading up to his candle light vigil, I began talking to everyone everywhere I went. As I watching Farod being lowered into the ground, I realized days on Earth are not guaranteed, and days with loved ones are not guaranteed either. Everyday I try to speak to everyone, even if, it is just a simple