(Note: A Haiku is three lines long with 5 syllables in the first, 7 in the second, and 5 in the third.)
Lust can make me low, A little boy floats,
but love will push me higher, watching and waiting with wings,
so give me your best. to strike my dead heart.
Like a flower's scent, Forever wasting,
she urges my senses to my heart sits cold and dark until
run wild and crazy. love awakens it.
I know it has been far overplayed by the nes and individuals, and it only causes more pain for the heart to bear when reminded, but I thought it necessary to express the memory through my eyes to everying, if only to my friends. Like the words that have spilled from the mouths of millions for exactly a year now, I will never forget that day, September 11, 2001. I had made it to my Journalism class about 3 minutes before the final bell were to ring and I had begun unpackign the supplies I would need to begin the class. The first I ever heard of the attack was from some kid. "Hey man, the twin towers were hit by airplanes", and like most other people I thought it was just some big accident, something major but nothing I should really worry about. That was until Mr. James turned on the news, because he felt, as a journalism class, that we should watch. And as the class began and the news filled my eyes with terror and anger as the seconds passed, it only seemed like a brief moment before I stared wide-eyed at the screen, watching images of the crash into the Pentagon. I've been there, though many years prior, but I could only imagine the chaos erupting in the Pentagon mall, and in all the tiny offices, one which use to be my fathers so long ago. My mom had even called my brother and I up at the school to tell us that our father was ok. Even I didn't know that he had planned a TDY to the Pentagon that morning, but his plane had never taken off. It all happened that hour in Journalism and then we all had to shuffle on to our next class. I could hardly think or wonder, and even I couldn't hide the tears of anger that filled my eyes. My next class was Statistics and we had a quiz planned, but in the middle of it, Mr. Hasenstab decidd to trash it because neither he or the class could think over such a subject at a time like this. Over the next few weeks I found myself growing angrier and angrier rather than saddened or overwhelmed. I'm sure all of yu had the same feelings as I, and now as the one year anniversary approaches I only find those same feelings coming back. But don't push it away. Let it be the way it is and remember. Remember for the families, and the fighters, and thsoe who are strongly pushing to right this wrong. Just remember. Thank you.
Here are a few replies I recieved:
Matt. P: This was very moving. Your assumptions of what went through my mind, were correct as you described how angry it made you feel, and how sad it made yuo to see the towers come crumbling down. In economics, it was emotional to sat the least. Your ltter in addition to all the news about it got my teary-eyed all over again. It was cool that you took the time to write something like this.
Jen: hey thanks for sharing about your memory from last year. I had no idea about your dad. This morning I wanted to come in late for school (just because, for no reason) so I got up and started out the door at about 7:30. by the time i got to school it was 7:45. the radio saying that in one minute the first plane would have hit and a moment of silence went over the airways. It really touched me. Before the moment of silence there were people from the sept 11 tragedy speaking about their family members. Last year about this time I was in 2nd hour with Ms. Riley.. She turned on the tv and everyone in my class was dead silent. A couple people left because they had family in new york. I remember just coming home and being glued to the tv. That night I had dance class and the owner placd a tv out in front of everyone int he waiting room was watching, basically discussing their ideas on whats going to happen next.
