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Sunday, September 12, 2010

Day Seventy-Three

I feel obligated to write something real quick about my September 11th experience.

I was 14, a freshman in high school, walking into Health class, my first class of the day. The TV was on and as I sat down, I curiously checked out what we were watching. It was the news coverage of the attacks. And you know what, I don't remember what I felt. I've read countless blogs today about how everyone felt and I tried to dig deep down to remember. I don't. It wasn't fear, it was sadness, it wasn't anger, it wasn't anything. Maybe curiosity over what this would mean. See, I was in Denver and not connected to the military at all. I had moved from Canada only two years before. I just didn't understand what it meant.

We went about our day like normal, though every class had the news and in every class we discussed what this meant. I remember by the end of the day we were all tired of it. We didn't want to talk about it, we didn't know what it meant, we just didn't care. But then again, we were young and detached. It was a weird day. I understand what it all means now, but that day was a blur.

Today wasn't! Today was a good day for me. After a good night's sleep, I was ready to go and do stuff. I had Dexter's first day of dog training today and let me tell you, he has some work to do. I guess it's my fault for not keeping up with what we learned at the puppy class. He was overstimulated with all the dogs and people so he didn't pay much attention. Oh well.

After class it was back home to relax for a bit then over to Christina's, where Michelle met up with us. We decided after a bit to try a new Mexican restaurant on the North Shore. Let me tell you, it was delicious! Great service, great food, no complaints at all. After lunch we went back to Christina's to hang out for a few more hours before going our separate ways. Now, I'm watching 102 Minutes That Changed America and waiting for Brandon to come online.

Thanks for the well-wishes about my incident yesterday. I'm feeling much much better, though I'm a bit paranoid today about passing out again. No reason I would, just a bit paranoid is all! I appreciate the comments though. :)

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