I didn't even hear about it having happened until about 9:30ish. I was a senior in high school at the time. I was leaving my first-period class (French), and when I got to my second period class (Enviro Science), I saw that a TV was on and some of the kids were gathered around it.
I remember that day pretty vividly. I can honestly say that the first emotion I felt when I learned what was happening was intense anger. I mean, I could feel my fists clenching involuntarily.
...the first emotion I felt when I learned what was happening was intense anger. I mean, I could feel my fists clenching involuntarily.
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The most proper emotion, and felt by people all over the country! The only way I could keep from exploding, was to imagine how to deal with the Osama, etc. The best method of execution that kept me focused was to issue a fishing rod to every next of kin of a person killed that day, and have them, by the thousands, cast their (tiny) hooks into Osama's flesh, flaying him alive. Somehow that scenario helped me to tolerate what I was watching on TV.