Remembering My 9/11 in South Jersey

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remembering my september 11 in south jersey

It amazes me that 18 years have passed since September 11, 2001. I can remember the events of that day so clearly, but there is a generation of children that have grown up knowing ONLY the world after 9/11 and that just blows my mind. Do you remember that day clearly? Were you living in South Jersey then as well? I’m going to share my story, but I’d love to hear yours as well. I feel that sharing the stories and experiences somehow keep the memory alive of those that passed as a result of September 11, 2001 and this is not a day that any of us should forget anytime soon. I was entering my Senior year of high school, at Cherry Hill High School East, and this is what I remember from 9/11/01.

It was a Tuesday morning in September. Schools in Cherry Hill had been in session for less than a week. As a Senior, I was thrilled to “finally” be allowed to drive to school. Like many Seniors, I had my own parking spot at the school and was pretty happy that I no longer had to take the bus to school each morning. I grew up near the Echelon Mall (now Voorhees Town Center) and would drive down Evesham Road each morning to get to school. After I passed the intersection at Evesham and Haddonfield Berlin Road, I remember looking up to the sky and noticing how gorgeously clear and blue it was. There a few crisp white clouds, but, for the most part, the sun was shining and the sky was a beautiful blue. The rest of the ride to Cherry Hill High School East was pretty typical and I started the morning like all others.

After Homeroom, my first period class during Senior year was English. Even though I now write a blog and literally write for a living, I didn’t like English very much. I love reading, I love expressing myself through writing, but ask me to identify different parts of a sentence…predicate, preposition, whatever…and you’ve lost me. It doesn’t interest me at all and bores the heck out of me. I write how I talk and that seems to work for me! This morning in English, though, we would be writing in our notebooks. Though I don’t remember what we were doing, I remember, clear as day, writing out “Tuesday, September 11, 2001.” Why do I remember that? I have no clue, but the visual of my right hand writing out that date has stuck in my mind for 18 years.

After English, my second period class was Commercial Art with Mr. Jackson. One of my favorite classes with one of my favorite teachers (I had also taken photography classes with Mr. Jackson prior to Commercial Art). I have always loved graphic design and, in this class, we were learning how to do calligraphy and how to create logos, signage, and such for commercial use. I like to believe that Mr. Jackson and his classes have helped me to get to where I am now. (If you’re reading this, thank you, Mr. Jackson!!!). Anyways, on this particular day, I remember sitting next to my friend Sara. We were doing our work when, out of the blue, the principal of our school came over the loudspeaker to make an announcement. He said something about a plane crash in New York and, to be honest, we brushed it off. New York City was about 2 hours away from Cherry Hill and, although it was a shame that there was a plane crash, why would this accident be announced in our school? Planes had crashed before and they weren’t announced over the PA system…what was different about this one?! We continued our work and didn’t give the announcement much thought.

After Commercial Art came third period: Physical Education. Don’t get me wrong, I love a good game of baseball, but, when it comes to Physical Education I’d rather watch than actually participate. (I know can’t be alone in these feelings) And, PE in High School?! Ickkkkkk….locker rooms and showers. I mean, it’s literally what my high school nightmares are made of. Well, that and forgetting my locker combination and getting lost in the hallways. #isurvivedhighschool On this fine Tuesday, we all got changed into our PE clothes and then went into the gym for whatever activities had been planned. As I walked into the gym, though, it was different. Instead of everyone sitting in their assigned rows and spots, everyone was sitting on the floor around a television borrowed from the Audio Visual department. (Remembering this moment, chills literally just ran up and down my body). Unlike any other PE Class, the remainder of those 40-some-odd minutes seemed to both fly by and drag on at the same time as we watched the beginning of the horrendous events unfold before our very eyes.

We were trying to figure out what was going on. A plane hit one of the World Trade Center towers? And, then another plane hit the other tower? Then the Pentagon?! Why? This had to be an accident, right? Why would someone want to cause so much destruction on purpose?! Events in two different parts of the United States couldn’t be related, right? We were naive 17 and 18 year olds. We had no idea what was going on nor did we realize how the events of that day would impact the rest of our lives and the future of our country.

After both towers of the World Trade Center and the Pentagon were hit, commercial air flight 93 crashed in a field in Pennsylvania. That made it 3 areas hit all within a matter of 2 hours. All with loss of life and all seemingly out of nowhere. I felt numb. Would there be more “accidents?” If so, where would the next one be? Was we safe at school? None of us knew.

I remembered that my father had been spending more time working in New York City, so I asked to go to the Guidance Counselor so I could try calling home. Remember, this was 2001 and cell phones weren’t used as much then as they were now. I had a Nokia phone, but that was for car emergencies only. I remember seeing my peers in the Guidance office as well -I don’t remember WHO I saw, but I know people were in there trying to get in touch with their loved ones at home. When it was my turn to use the phone, it rang and rang and rang, but no one picked up. I was worried, but what was I going to do about it? My turn to call was over, so I had to go back to class. At some point in the day, I found my way back to a payphone (remember those?), called home and finally got through. Everyone was ok, so I could stop worrying about that.

The rest of the day, honestly, was a blur. I felt broken. I felt confused. I felt like I wasn’t safe. I went home and watched the television until I went to bed. Still numb.

The next day was September 12, 2001. I can’t tell you what the sky looked like. I can’t tell you if there were clouds or if the weather was unseasonably warm. I can tell you, though, that it was quiet. Eerily quiet. Living so close to the Philadelphia Airport, I had grown up used to hearing the airplanes flying in the sky overhead. Not today, though. All air travel was stopped and the skies were quiet.

I parked my car and started school like a typical day but, like I said before, it was quiet. My peers weren’t as chatty as they usually were. We were all trying to process what had happened and that resulted in an unsettling silence throughout the school hallways.

Homeroom started and homeroom ended. I walked to my English class and sat in my seat. There was always a bell ringer assignment on the board for us to work on while we were waiting for class to officially start, so I took my notebook out, opened it up and couldn’t help but notice the page I had written in the day before. There it was, right on the top of the page: Tuesday, September 11, 2001. That was the “before” to the “after” we were now living. When I had written that date the day before, it had no meaning to me. It was merely another date. Another day at school, another English class, another part of my Senior year at Cherry Hill High School East.

What an insanely different world we had lived in literally 24 hours prior.

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