I woke up that morning, like any other morning, and after getting ready for school, I went upstairs and saw the TV. They were talking about how a plane had hit the world trade center. The first thing I thought of was terrism. I drove to school, didn’t hear a word about it and got to my first hour class and my teacher anounced that a second plane had hit the world trade center. As the day went on, everyone talked about what was going on, and when I got to 4th hour I got to hear all the information. I went home after school and was glued to the tv and heard all the stories about the victims and the firemen and the people that took down the plane. Later that night I had to go get gas because of the threat of lack of gas. I heard the stories of people that even put gas in cereal bows and garbage cans because they thought they would run out of gas.