by Sarah on September 11, 2010 · 1 comment

After it happened, everyone said that it would be the moment that would define our generation. Just like when John F. Kennedy was shot, we would forever remember where we were when we first heard the news.

I was sitting in Physics class, waiting for it to begin, and the news was passed along via some of the other students and the AP Bio teacher who came in and told us to turn on the TV. We saw the second tower fall, amid claims, only half-joking, by some of the more boisterous boys that it was certain we’d be going to war now.

We watched the president speak, claiming that we would stand strong in the face of the attack, but we didn’t understand that life would change in many ways, that there would be periods of distrust, religious tensions, that we would go to war, and that the threat of a draft would, at times, seem very very real. Most of us weren’t affected in our daily lives, aside from the minor inconvenience of never being greeted at the gate by your loved ones in an airport again.
In the end, as will all things, the best thing to do is remember, reflect, perhaps even pray. But ultimately, keep on living.

So I will commemorate the day by remembering the sadness, and I will be a silly foodie and show you my patriotic breakfast, but then I will carry on with my day. And live. :)

CFY (in a mug)–American Style!

Goat’s milk vanilla yogurt topped with Kellogg’s Fiber Plus Antioxidants Cinnamon Oat and Berry Yogurt (yes, still good after all these days) and All-Bran Bran Buds, as well as blueberries and some thawed frozen strawberries…
I got a little too crazy with the berries apparently…
Perhaps a mug is not big enough to contain all of the crunchy, fruity, yogurt mess of joy?

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Maria September 11, 2010 at 11:48 am

Beautifully written post. I too was in high school on 9/11 and I remember the sequence of events throughout the day like it was yesterday. It really does define our generation.


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