As a student at Stuyvesant High, Mohammad Haque witnessed the towers fall on 9/11. He writes about how that experience—and the loss of his uncle that day—changed his world forever.
I was a teenager attending Stuyvesant High School on the morning of September 11th, 2001. A bright-eyed senior, I was gazing out the window, staring at the north face of the North Tower, imagining how to get through calculus without paying full attention.
