It’s a normal day as I walk into class in the morning and sit in my assigned seat right near my best friend Greg. We laugh and joke and complain about how boring school is and how we can’t wait to the day is over so we can go home. We loved Mrs. Blake class but I mean we hated school who at that age didn’t. Everyone comes in and we get ready to start our daily routine. We have our do now and I remember it was only 5 math problems I was the first one done and I really wanted to go to gym. Gym was the part of the day that everyone liked who didn’t like to go play some sports and not have to learn. I really was excited and the world stopped for me and everyone in the state of New York. An announcement was made to lock the doors and that everyone was required to stay in class. I was so mad and wanted to go to gym. We turned on the class TV and their it was a plane crashing into the twin tower. I was shocked and in awe I asked my teacher what was going on she ran out of class and told another lady to come in. She had to call her husband who worked at the world trade center he had made it out. I couldn’t believe and I couldn’t understand what was exactly happening. This moment changed my perspective on my life drastically. I believe that 9/11 was what changed my character as having known victims and almost losing my father to this tragic event.