My September 11th Story.

September 11th 2001 was a day that none of us should ever forget. The Price of freedom is indeed eternal vigilance. While all of this has boiled down to political sqwabbling amongst the politicians, some of us prefer to remember that day for what it was, the day America was forced to wake up. I write this as much to tell my small part of this story, as much as to write it down in case I should forget the details.

I was in my eighth Grade English teacher's, Mrs. Grahm's, class during first period. I forget what we were doing at the time, but I remember when the new principle of the school walked into the class and whispered to Mrs. Grahm what had happened. As I sat close to where they were standing at the time (and since I am a nosy person) I overheard her say "Somebody has hit the Pentagon and the World Trade Center." (At this time Flight 93 had not hit the ground.) I remember being more specifically afraid of the fact that they hit the Pentagon as opposed to the Trade Center. As I did not know at the time that it was an Airplane flown by terrorists, I assumed in my naieveity that this was an attack by a foreign nation involving more conventional weapons. A kid asked me as we walked down the halls what was going on. I responded "We just went to War". I might have said more, but I don't remember.

A short time later we were brought to an assembly. As the whole day was a blur, I cannot remember if it was a short time later or an hour or so. I also remember (probably before the assembly) that we grouped a few classes together and watched the news. I remember ranting to classmates that we were on the verge of a war definitely, and possibly a global one. I was not far off. Although I had imagined a declaration of war on a foreign nation within a week.

I knew it was terrorism by the time I left.

My mother had come to pick me up from school early that day, not knowing if something similar could be happening elsewhere. As we drove that day, I remember the sky seeming so empty. I don't know if it had to do with the grounded planes, or if it was my imagination, but I am unlikely to forget that feeling as long as I live on this earth.

We went to pick up dad from a doctor's appointment that he was at. We went to a back room where several people (I assume a mixture of Patients and staff) were busy watching the news on T.V. I don't remember how long we were there.

When we got home. We watched the news all day. I remember eating a lot of leftovers from the night before. A pasta dish with cheese melted on top. It was great. I don't remember ever having it again. I don't know why the pasta sticks in my head so clearly but it does, and anything that sticks out in my mind, I want to write down.

My father called the navy to see if they could use him. They could not (for age and health reasons). Dad felt the overwhelming urge to do something, to fight for his family (family is more important to him than country) but he could not. We told him that we needed him here. He heard us, but he still felt frustrated that he could not help fight.

After hours of fixation on the T.V., my parents decided that we had to have some sort of break from all of it. We played videogames. I think I played on the Sega Genesis.

I don't remember much from that point on.

I remember watching for days afterwords (especially Wed. the 12th) what had been discovered. I did not go to school for a day or so.

REVOLUTION NAMED!!!!!!

Nintendo has given the official name for the Revolution project.

The console is now known as....



Nintendo Wii.

Now, to get my hands on one......

The Duke Rape thing

Some things that really frustrate me about this whole thing.

1. The alleged victim is unnamed (which I support), however the alleged rapist's are well known. In the court of Public opinion, they will be forever guilty regardless of the final verdict.

2. People are making this a race thing. I don't care that she was black and they were white. I would feel the same regardless of the races involved. If all were white, or all black, or some mix including asians and arabs, I still wouldn't care. If she was raped, they should go to jail. If they were not raped, they should not. End of Discussion.

3. I don't care to watch them practice. The fact that they play lacrosse does not matter to me. Sadly, this is probably the only way the awesome sport of lacrosse is ever going to see major T.V. coverage.

4. There is a lot of conflicting evidence. There is a discrepancy somewhere. We need to find it.

Oh, a note.

I am going to start writing again on issues other than moving, so if you happen to check this blog, don't get too bored and disappear.

YES, YES, YES, WE ARE DONE AT THE OLD HOUSE!

Finally, we are totally moved into the new house. We won't be stepping in the old place ever again. The move was so stressful. While we are not yet fully unpacked, we are moved and can go on at our own place.

Yesterday, we busted major butt. We are taking a day off.

Close to finishing at the old house.

We are all pretty much exausted around here. Need some sort of rest day soon.

Now it is time to unpack. More later.