13 years ago today, I was itty bitty 5th grader Daniela.
13 years ago today, I was in the bathroom, with my friend, after P.E. We were trying to stay in the bathroom a little longer to be the last ones back to class.
13 years ago today, we walked in, and some news channel was on. Whether it was Fox or CNN, I don’t remeber, What I do remember is thinking it was some smoke stack at a power plant or something, until someone told me what it really was.
I sat at my desk silently, but crying, until the second tower was hit. I lost it at that point. My teacher hugged me while she called my parents, and they decided to come get me so I could be with them.
I was crying for all the innocent lives that were lost that day. Crying for the people who went to work and didn’t know that they would not climb into their bed at night anymore. Crying for the people who were trapped, and the only way out was a 100-story fall out of a window, or to die as the fire engulfed them. Crying for the first responders that knew deep down they were probably not coming out of downtown Manhattan that day. Crying because my family on Long Island lived about 30-45 minutes away from Manhattan, and I didn’t know if they were safe.
For the previous week, my family was on Long Island for my great grandpa’s funeral. We were supposed to fly home the morning of September 11th, from JFK. Instead, I was upset over missing a week of school, so my parents decided to come home earlier than the 11th. We flew home late at night on September 9th, and I remember looking out the window, seeing the Twin Towers, and thinking “Wow. They are so beautiful at night”.
September 11th holds so many emotions. We will never forget the day our freedom was attacked. We will never forget the innocent lives lost, both on that day and the years that followed through all the war we’ve seen come of this.
R.I.P. The 2976 American people that lost their lives on 9/11 and R.I.P. the 48,644 Afghan and 1,690,903 Iraqi and 35000 Pakistani people that paid the ultimate price for a crime they did not commit
this is the only september 11th post I’m reblogging
*gets on mini-soap box because I am too short to get on any large boxes*
The Americans that died on 9/11 were just as innocent as anyone else that died due to these careless terrorists so how about this REST IN PEACE TO THE BEAUTIFUL INNOCENT SOULS WHO HAVE PAID THE ULTIMATE PRICE DUE TO THE FACT THAT THERE ARE SOME LOW-LIFE TERRORISTS OUT THERE WHO ONLY LIVE TO DESTROY OTHERS FUCK THESE TERRORISTS.
Thank you for listening, please enjoy refreshments on your way out.
Get on the plane, get the train,
Walk 300 miles.
Get to her front door and tell her
“I know this is crazy
But I need you now.”
Our lives are too short to always be sensible,
Get the girl.
Distance makes no difference if your eyes light up when she laughs.”—FRS. (via sugarhowyou-getsofly)
So we have an Italian exchange student at our school. And he and I were hanging out and he saw a pony, and he tried to show me but he didn’t know what it was called so he just pointed at it and said “Look, the compressed horse.”
And then he just grinned at his complete understanding of the English language.
every single time i write sins not tragedies starts playing:haha, ohhhh this song. man oh i shouldnt sing it this time i havent heard it in so long. naahh not gonna do it. i dont even remember how it- OH, WELL IMAGINE, AS IM PACING THE PEWS IN A CHURCH CORRIDOR
This was recorded by the Portsmouth Sinfonia in an experiment where all the members of the orchestra would swap instruments with each other and attempt to play them to the best of their ability.
favorite things about this
literally all the brass starts to get the hang of it and then the crescendos happen and everyone is like FUCK FUCK FUCK??? FUCK. JUST. BLOW RLY HARD.
the strings are lazy but also the same. like u can tell a lot of the ppl w/ the stringed instruments may already basically know how to play stringed instruments. like there’s definitely a section at the beginning where you hear a good portion going “oh yeah this is like. a smaller/bigger version of what i do.”
all you hear of any woodwinds is just “pffffttt??? pFFFTTTT???? PFFFFFTTTT I SAID PFFFFTTTT!!!!!” bc woodwinds are fucking HARD and you hear after like the first crescendo half of them just give up. they give up. they’re done. fuck this it tastes weird and my lips hurt.
that trumpet. that person is fucking TRYING man they fucking GOT this. they may not have figured out notes but they figured out LOUD and they GOT this.