It's been five years.  And since everybody's doing this 'five years' posts on their journals, I thought I'd do a little thing as well.

So it was 2001, right?  September 11 and it's morning.  Early.  Six o'clock, because the attacks happened across the country at nine.  And my brother barges into my room, insisting the World Trade Centers had just been attacked.  And I sit up thinking, 'What are these World Trade Centers, huh?  What?  What time is it?'

And I was in seventh grade at the time, so I didn't really understand the whole...what was happening, basically.  I didn't know what the World Trade Centers were, I didn't know there were terrorists in the world.  Basically, up until seventh grade, I had been oblivious, really, to the world outside America.  I had been oblivious to the third world countries and the countries struggling in war and here I thought war had been dissolved in the world.  I thought that, just like lil' old innocent happy me, the world was happy as well, but that was clearly not the case.

And at school...actually, I forgot what happened at school.  I guess we were all worried that we were going to get attacked as well--and also we wanted time off from school :) we wanted to leave early and not continue on with school that day.  But, also clearly, that was not the case.  So I came home and I was angry because these news reports kept on showing, prohibiting me from watching Pokemon and Cardcaptors.  Or maybe just Pokemon.  And they kept on playing the same footage over and over again, though I could be wrong.  Well into the night and the morning as well.

So as a result of that day, my eyes have been opened (figuratively) to the outside world and from that day on, even well into today, I realize the world is not all shiny happy people.  It's not peaceful, like I thought.  There aren't countries like us and they're jealous.  And they yearn for a better world, or they yearn to tear us down, and they do.  I've matured, in some ways, patriotically and worldly.  If that's a word.

And, on a side note, I'm sick!  yay sick on the third week of school...and Katie from Texas came today.  It's her first day and so at lunch we were talking with her and she asked us, "Does it snow here?"  Me: "We're lucky if we get hail or rain even!"  Translation: it doesn't snow in Tustin, California.  No matter how many snowfalls Katie saw back in good ole' Texas.

It's been five years.  And since everybody's doing this 'five years' posts on their journals, I thought I'd do a little thing as well.

So it was 2001, right?  September 11 and it's morning.  Early.  Six o'clock, because the attacks happened across the country at nine.  And my brother barges into my room, insisting the World Trade Centers had just been attacked.  And I sit up thinking, 'What are these World Trade Centers, huh?  What?  What time is it?'

And I was in seventh grade at the time, so I didn't really understand the whole...what was happening, basically.  I didn't know what the World Trade Centers were, I didn't know there were terrorists in the world.  Basically, up until seventh grade, I had been oblivious, really, to the world outside America.  I had been oblivious to the third world countries and the countries struggling in war and here I thought war had been dissolved in the world.  I thought that, just like lil' old innocent happy me, the world was happy as well, but that was clearly not the case.

And at school...actually, I forgot what happened at school.  I guess we were all worried that we were going to get attacked as well--and also we wanted time off from school :) we wanted to leave early and not continue on with school that day.  But, also clearly, that was not the case.  So I came home and I was angry because these news reports kept on showing, prohibiting me from watching Pokemon and Cardcaptors.  Or maybe just Pokemon.  And they kept on playing the same footage over and over again, though I could be wrong.  Well into the night and the morning as well.

So as a result of that day, my eyes have been opened (figuratively) to the outside world and from that day on, even well into today, I realize the world is not all shiny happy people.  It's not peaceful, like I thought.  There aren't countries like us and they're jealous.  And they yearn for a better world, or they yearn to tear us down, and they do.  I've matured, in some ways, patriotically and worldly.  If that's a word.

And, on a side note, I'm sick!  yay sick on the third week of school...and Katie from Texas came today.  It's her first day and so at lunch we were talking with her and she asked us, "Does it snow here?"  Me: "We're lucky if we get hail or rain even!"  Translation: it doesn't snow in Tustin, California.  No matter how many snowfalls Katie saw back in good ole' Texas.

I'm supposed to be writing an essay for film analysis.

Re: supposed to.

What's more fun: writing an essay or going to bed?

Me at the moment: going to bed, only because I'm dead tired and sick.  But I'll write the essay.  No matter how much I don't want to.

(Now if it were fanfiction, then I'd be at a different standpoint.)

I'm supposed to be writing an essay for film analysis.

Re: supposed to.

What's more fun: writing an essay or going to bed?

Me at the moment: going to bed, only because I'm dead tired and sick.  But I'll write the essay.  No matter how much I don't want to.

(Now if it were fanfiction, then I'd be at a different standpoint.)