I woke up around 6:45 Hawaii time on September 11. I was staying with my dad–my parents are divorced–and walked out of my own room. The T.V. was on. Soon, my father said “there were terrorist attacks today in New York City and Washington.” I thought, stuff like this always happens, so I took a shower and got to school to take a test at 7:30. The Headmaster of my school–Iolani–spoke to us and said that we were going to have school despite what had happened. I don’t recall him talking in detail about the events and thought after he finished his speech–this isn’t the first time this has happened. I even remember the test I took–it was something about career opportunities, a test about where I fit in terms of careers. I went to my first class and had a big discussion on who did it. I thought it wasn’t Osama Bin Laden but a couple guys who really hate our country. I didn’t think it was Osama until October. All my teachers were talking about it and discussed how sick they were when they heard the news. I got a chance to see the towers collapse in school–everyone in school did. When I left, I heard the news on the radio and fully realized the magnitude of the incident. I went, “fuck!”. I knew when I got to my mom’s house that this would be the biggest issue of America. It was similar to the day I heard my grandma had died–December 14, 1996. I also felt remorse over saying I was glad somebody famous was dead–which I did in 1993. I probably will never forget September 11, 2001.