Personal Narrative - Not an Ordinary Tuesday

In the first semester of my freshman course of study in high take, our coach was overtaken by what we thought was a Russian militia. It turned off to be a cookery exercise for the National Guard, and an educational experience for us as students. It had a profound and unrelenting effect on me. From that twenty-four hour period forward when I would analyse news of a school in Russia or different similar countries overtaken and held hostage I knew firsthand the fear that they felt. For me it was an educational experience, only for them it is a modality of life.\nIt was an ordinary Tuesday morning at Texas High School, or so I thought. I was a headstrong freshman in the innocent pre-terrorism days earlier 9-11. I was above add up academically, and possibly sub-par socially, but I was merely trying to pack acquainted with my new surroundings. My biggest altercate was just trying to annul upper class bullies. Everyone was register into the gymnasium forrader the ships bel l would ring that would signify that set- hazard of another uneventful day. Everyone went to maunder to their friends in groups as though we were caucusing for political office. Nothing crackmed by of the ordinary. The same teachers were uninterested providing supervision, as though they had been called to jury occupation for a traffic stop, but little did we know that this was not just any Tuesday.\n close five minutes before the readableing bell rang we perceive an awkward roar, which just seemed give away of place, coming from the rear of the building. What seemed like instantaneously the doors on the back of the gym simultaneously flew straight-from-the-shoulder as though they were being ripped off of the hinges by a tornado. The football field was situated directly behind the gym so that when all of the doors were open you had a panoramic suppose of the field. All I could see were helicopters. Then what seemed like an unfathomable force of men blacked bulge from head to toe fitted out(p) with fully automatic brush up rifles came through the doors. We were ordered to work on the floor and ...