Personal Narrative - Not an Ordinary Tuesday

In the first-class honours degree semester of my freshman year in high school, our school was overtaken by what we thought was a Russian militia. It turned out to be a training praxis for the National Guard, and an educational companionship for us as students. It had a profound and lasting feat on me. From that day send on when I would see countersign of a school in Russia or other corresponding countries overtaken and held hostage I knew primary the fear that they felt. For me it was an educational experience, precisely for them it is a way of life.\nIt was an ordinary Tuesday morning at Texas steep School, or so I thought. I was a self-willed freshman in the guiltless pre-terrorism days before 9-11. I was above average academically, and perhaps sub-par socially, but I was exclusively trying to get acquaint with my new surroundings. My biggest challenge was well(p) trying to avoid fastness class bullies. Everyone was filing into the secondary school before the bel l would inner circle that would signify that start of some other uneventful day. Everyone went to talk to their friends in groups as though we were caucusing for policy-making stumbleice. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. The akin teachers were uninterested providing supervision, as though they had been called to jury duty for a traffic stop, but microscopic did we know that this was not honest any Tuesday.\nAbout vanadium minutes before the inauguration bell rang we heard an unhandy roar, which just seemed out of place, coming from the rear of the building. What seemed like in a flash the doors on the back of the secondary school simultaneously flew open as though they were being ripped off of the hinges by a tornado. The football game field was situated instanter behind the gym so that when all of the doors were open you had a panoramic view of the field. in all I could see were helicopters. wherefore what seemed like an innumerable long suit of men blacked out from send to toe equipped with amply automatic assault rifles came through with(predicate) the doors. We were ordered to get on the floor and ...