 In the classroom that I was in, I was able to see the Twin Towers. The news had came out, all the teachers were talking, and we looked outside the window and we saw smoke coming out from the other side. From the distance that we're at, it was clear. See, the plane crashed and just waited. And all we do is wait. Class was dismissed, we were waiting for our parents to come pick us up. Sure enough, my mom came and went home, watched the news every day. For about four hours, just rewatching the same thing over and over. I can't believe that this happened. I mean, with that happening, we were right across from the Hudson River. And it was not even that far, it only took about an hour to drive down there. We're just wondering, because it was just a town right there, and what if that town was next, or a town closer to what's next. It took a while, but going through high school and just doing what I'm supposed to do, and then General Marine Corps, watching other military branches, hoping out and supervising and trying to take everybody out to safety. It affects me being out here just because, I mean, I still have my family over there, and I'm over here. If anything happens, really can't do much.