Monday, September 30, 2013
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Wednesday, September 18, 2013
Got a new job
I got a new job last week as a cashier at a grocery store. The store is called ShopRite. My mom has worked there as a pharmacist since 2001. My trainers have all said I'm already really good at being a cashier. I think I'll like this job a lot more than my first one selling kitchen equipment.
Wednesday, September 11, 2013
Twelfth anniversary of 9/11
Today, September 11, 2013, was more or less a normal day for me. But twelve years ago today, a series of terrorist attacks on the east coast of the United States changed some things forever.
I was six years old on September 11, 2001 and I had just started first grade. I live in Maryland northeast of Baltimore, right in between the locations of the first two plane crashes to the north in New York City, the third crash at the Pentagon just outside Washington, DC, about 75 miles southwest of my house, and the fourth crash to the west-northwest of my house in southwestern Pennsylvania. My dad was in Cleveland, Ohio on a business trip that day.
At school, my class was having art class upstairs from our regular classroom when the principal announced on the loudspeaker that they were sending us home early because several planes had crashed in areas all around us. On the bus ride home, all I could think about was how it was even possible for something like that to happen.
When I got home, the TV was on the news with footage of the World Trade Center towers from earlier. Being only six years old, I had no idea what was going on or why it had happened. Later that night, my mom, two brothers and I finally managed to talk to our dad on the phone. Since every plane in the country was grounded, he said he was taking a rental car from Cleveland to the Baltimore airport the next day and then taking his own car from there the rest of the way home.
My dad got home the next day and we were so happy to see each other. We hung our American flag out by the front door and kept it there for a while. In the months and years that followed, I learned a lot about terrorism, the people who do it, and why they do it.
Every year, I think about that horrible day along with many other Americans. Today was no exception, because my college had voting registration and I decided to register. I soon learned that they had intentionally scheduled voting registration for today because it was the anniversary of the terrorist attacks. But it still felt good to become a registered voter on this day because it helped me feel a sense of patriotism instead of thinking about the attacks twelve years ago and feeling sad. And that is my blog for the twelfth anniversary of the September 11 attacks.
I was six years old on September 11, 2001 and I had just started first grade. I live in Maryland northeast of Baltimore, right in between the locations of the first two plane crashes to the north in New York City, the third crash at the Pentagon just outside Washington, DC, about 75 miles southwest of my house, and the fourth crash to the west-northwest of my house in southwestern Pennsylvania. My dad was in Cleveland, Ohio on a business trip that day.
At school, my class was having art class upstairs from our regular classroom when the principal announced on the loudspeaker that they were sending us home early because several planes had crashed in areas all around us. On the bus ride home, all I could think about was how it was even possible for something like that to happen.
When I got home, the TV was on the news with footage of the World Trade Center towers from earlier. Being only six years old, I had no idea what was going on or why it had happened. Later that night, my mom, two brothers and I finally managed to talk to our dad on the phone. Since every plane in the country was grounded, he said he was taking a rental car from Cleveland to the Baltimore airport the next day and then taking his own car from there the rest of the way home.
My dad got home the next day and we were so happy to see each other. We hung our American flag out by the front door and kept it there for a while. In the months and years that followed, I learned a lot about terrorism, the people who do it, and why they do it.
Every year, I think about that horrible day along with many other Americans. Today was no exception, because my college had voting registration and I decided to register. I soon learned that they had intentionally scheduled voting registration for today because it was the anniversary of the terrorist attacks. But it still felt good to become a registered voter on this day because it helped me feel a sense of patriotism instead of thinking about the attacks twelve years ago and feeling sad. And that is my blog for the twelfth anniversary of the September 11 attacks.
Tuesday, September 3, 2013
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