The Burdens of Being Upright

Sep 11, 2002

gah?

so its been a year. my english teacher made me read this thing in class today that i wrote last october. we had to use personification in an essay and i wrote mine about the whole 9-11 thing. i'm pretty proud of it although i think some things could be re-worded so it would flow better. anyway, here it is:

The planes were hijacked, the buildings crumbled, the people died. The lives were affected, the flags were displayed, the security was broken. The mourning, the anger, the shock. What should I do at a time like this? How am I supposed to feel?
Walking home from school 2 hours early with my friend Confusion at my side. Not sure what's going on. Wondering what happened, wondering which rumors are true.
Sitting in front of the television with Disbelief watching the news. "How can this be?" he asks me. "This can't be real."
Sorrow leans towards me and whispers "See the man falling from the tower?" I shudder and think of what must be going on inside his head. I almost cry as I imagine myself being faced with the same decision; either die now or die soon.
Anger comes in the room, uninvited as usual. "Do you see the people cheering? How I wish they were the ones who were killed."
Boredom is staring out the window, "When will all this be over? I'm sick of it already."
Two days later I'm back at school; still not knowing what to feel. Then Disgust pays me a visit as we listen to the racist remarks of those surrounding us. "I think I'm going to be sick."
That day Pride came over and we gazed at all the American flags that abounded. "We're so united. They can never kill the spirit of democracy."
Realizing the things this country has done caused me to call my friend Shame. We sat together with our heads hung, vowing never to converse with Pride again.
Indifference is more of a foe than a friend. He stops by uninvited and doesn't leave for days, sometimes weeks. For almost 3 weeks Indifference sat by my side, always stating his opinion, a contrary one each time.
Finally Acceptance came to be with me, forcing Indifference out the door. We sit together with Sympathy for those who think that Revenge holds the answer.








posted by sarah 10:25 PM

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