Indeed. The second I walked out of the portable where I made my Senior Project Internship presentation, the last high school work I would ever do, I felt a swelling a joy and a wonder towards how school went by so fast.

Yesterday feels like everyday I can remember. I ought to write a poem about that... Unless I already did... I don't know.

Ironically... I can't remember like it was yesterday sometimes.

(Oh, and somehow I do not remember much about 9/11. It happened 2 days before I turned 4, so ya know. My earliest memory is watching tv about the event a year or two later. I've watched the programs every year since.

I enjoy the stories of heroe's and understand the pain behind the events. My family is from NJ so there are some ties to NYC.)