September 11, 2001 I was 9 years old and in grade 4. I have zero memory from that day, I do though remember that later that year I switched into Miah’s class and based on her idea we wrote letters to students our age in New York City (from Miah’s old school there) but that was like April or May 2002. It is weird that I don’t have any memory of that day; I can only imagine that there was some kind of announcement and we discussed it but I have honestly no memory of that exact day at all. I also don’t remember much of life before then. Now 10 years later I don’t think much of it because honestly it means little to my memory and my personal self. Don’t take that the wrong way, I understand what happened and what it has meant to the world but it means very little to me personally. I must say thought that when I went to NYC in 2010 my Mom and I did go to ground zero but there was nothing to see other than a big fence.
Changing topics, school is going well but that is not saying much as I have not even had all my classes and not much has been done. Miah as for being the disabilities student – I have been one (I have a learning disability) for as long as I can remember. From my experience if you make a big deal out of it then so will others and I have never made a big deal of it so other people have not also.
I officially hate Mondays more than I ever have. I have 4 hours of 3 different classes back to back to back. I have math for an hour, developmental psych for 2 hours (where today we played with play-doh!) then an hour of chemistry. The biggest problem with it is that it feels WAY too much like High School!
Fun Fact today my Grandfather turned 90! So Happy Birthday to him... not that he will ever see this :P
Till next time,
Rae <3
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