...But your birthday is 9/11? Seriously?
2. OH, ON THAT NOTE. 9/11 is such a weird day for me... because of course there are always all of these memorial or whatever (I can't think of what precisely the right word is) things on TV, radio, etc. and it occurs to me that even if they don't think about it most of the time, people in this country are still really deeply affected by that.
And it's very strange for me to hear people talking about that, and to hear how much they still feel it, because I've never felt anything much on the subject. I was in seventh grade when it happened, and I really don't think that it upset me at all even at the time. Like, I wasn't scared or anything, and I wasn't sad at all either. I think that mostly, I didn't have any particular feelings one way or the other about it.
Actually, it sounds horrible, but I think that I was a little happy, because all the adults at school were so worried about how it would affect us that they were extra nice to us and forgave us for all sorts of stupid things. For instance, on the afternoon of 9/11, a bunch of our class got into a fight during lunch over a cookie, and my friend's cello got broken during it. So the next day, the principal came into our room during class, and she sat us all down and said, "So, I suppose that we should probably talk about what happened yesterday." We all thought it was about the cello and that we were about to get pwned for breaking it, so when it turned out that she was talking about WTC instead, there was this total OH THANK GOD IT'S ONLY THAT reaction. And then when Daniel got a new cello we named it Osama bin Cello.... which I guess is probably just proof that kids are weird.