'Twas a very cloudy year 7 day when my parents woke me up for school and started telling me there were "Attacks on America". I was like Wha? Then I found out that, when coming back from a screening of "Captain Corelli's Mandolin" the previous night, they had witnessed the second plane crashing, live. Anyway, I went to school knowing about the "Attacks on America". Little did I know the extent of the attack until my Library (Double library class). We all spent the whole double period on the computers, browsing CNN, feeling a strange sense disbelief. We weren't sad, we were actually kind of excited - it was exhilarating; never before, since we had entered adolescense, had something so significant happened on the world stage. What would happen now? The fact that it was a human tragedy on a large scale only hit me a few days later when the cable news started broadcasting videos of New Yorkers appearing on television holding up photos of their family and asking the public if anyone had seen them