the other view of today

OK so maybe the last blog was a little harsh; I'll try and go all both-ways/neoconservative/new left with this.

So today was the 11th of September. Yes, yes, we all know about what happened. I remember it very well. I had to take a test about Egypt in Colville's English/Soc. Studies. block class. and everyone was too nervous to concentrate well on it; I got a C. But hearing the jets fly overghead and the news coverage in señors Caballero's spanish class made me realize that the world was not the same as it was at sunrise. There was a certain aura that went to yellow and red and blue; a rainbow of tears was in the making.

Now, I was really bummed about it. I talked to friends online aftre school about it, and they seemed just as nervous as I if not more. So we talked about how we wished things went back the day before and just happier times in general.

During the whole week when they had nonstop coverage for at least five days, I only cried once; I made myself proud. Usually I go bawling when Bambi's mother died. But it was just a silent, private weep, and then I went bck to life. It was that the story was so sad AND touching! It was about these two best friends who lived in Concord, I think. BEst friends since, like, the 60s. They were going to go to CA for a vacation but bought seperate tickets cuz it was cheaper. So the two friends went on different planes that were leaving from Boston. One wound up being flown into thw north tower, and the other one, the south tower. It was just so nice how friendship always has a way of making sense of things.

BUt now the night is over, and I should really back to doing my Englsih. And calc.... and history....