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Well now that I have another follower I feel like such a bad ass. Now I can definitely talk about very cool things that pertain to my audience! (there goes a little something that I learned my boring ass English class) Any who!
Today is Monday, September 13, 2010. To add onto what others have said about what happened two days ago nine years ago, here is my side of the story.
I was in my sixth grade in Clifton Middle School, the two years I attended this Middle School where the worst years of my life. Anyways, back to the matter at hand; while all of this was going on that Tuesday September 11, 2001 I was the "goody-two shoes" ESL student. That morning went by like any other morning, then the bell rung and I went to my Computer Class. The teacher, told us that some plane had crashed into the this building. Now, imagine someone only telling you that; Now, imagine understanding half of what she said because obviously you know little of the language. So I went about my business, not caring. Then minutes later, she said that another plane had hit another building, so at this time I began to imagine how or why?
This did seem a little too strange to be happening, especially in New York, in the United States of America. Where the technology was by far the shit. The country of bad asses, how could this be happening?
Could it be the infamous Y2K two years late?
Couldn't have, no. This time it would be something so unfamiliar to us, something so alienated to the current age group, never had we seen something of the likes. So far, imagination was the only thing allowing me to see how this would be going on, the class had no Television, and as crazy as it might sound, I had no clue of how to use the computer! Crazy, I know!
Well I cant exactly remember how or when I did see the LIVE images of what was going on. I saw two huge skyscrapers burning; one in the middle and one a little lower, compared to the other building. The fire, the smoke, the look in peoples faces, the tone, the astonishment that came from the reporters voice and expressions. Images and sounds that would forever change the way the world was. I then saw people jumping from the more than 100 foot tall buildings, huge clouds of smoke, people crying in the streets; filled with fear.
This was being portrayed by the television, the students instantly became centered, felt hopeless. They had no clue of what was going on, this was a new thing for us. The teachers where too busy watching the events to tell us what this thing was. Announcements came and someone in the speaker of the school said what was already visible to our eyes. Instantly, the students began to disappear; the concerned parents where picking them up. Speculations began to rise amongst the nations people, what if this was a start of an attack to the United States? What if they begin to target schools? Who could do such things! What is going on God?
While all this was going on, me and my brothers where amongst the few who did stay in school, and jealous of the other lucky students who were able to leave home.
Not only did we not understand what had happened, we also where unaware of what this would cause, of what it was causing.
The days passed and more and more information came, now the television was telling us who had done it. The images still continued to flood all of the channels. It must have been at least two weeks until normal programming continued. Now a sense of war had arisen.
 "We must fight back!" "We must not let fear run over our lives" "America the Brave!"

Two days ago, nine years forward, what did we learn as human beings? Ask this question, what good came out of this? It does not matter where you are from, what sex, religion, color, anything. I ask this to any human being, What can we take from this experience? If you lived it and saw it. Has war resolved your own personal suffering? Because that is what war is, People killing people, then the government steps in and sends people to kill people. People kill people, that is all that it is. Then the governments to prevent themselves from being killed surrender. In many cases it is not government against government, some may change. But the constant of the equation is people killing people.
Why is that tormenting someone else makes us feel good?
What makes us feel so glad about adding on to the suffering?
All that I am trying to say is that what happened that day has not changed a bit anyones situation. It is time that has made some forget what happened, it is moving on and forgetting about it. It is filling you life with love to defeat the hate and pain.

History is certainly not only a subject that is taught at school so that we can get out and work our asses of and die trying to survive. History is lessons of mistakes that people like us have made, and like the saying goes, "One must learn from the mistakes"
So why after so many damn times that it has been said, have we not learn anything.