When I was a freshman in high school I witnessed the twin towers falling. I remember exactly where I was, exactly what I was wearing, just like everyone says you do when something monumental happens. I remember being in history and staring at the TV screen and unknowingly kissing life as I knew it goodbye. I'm beating a dead horse by saying that things were never the same after that. But in time I moved on and went to parties and had crushes on guys and graduated high school and now I'm a freshman in college, witnessing another attack on the country. I wonder if I can believe what I read. Is this really happening to us? First Katrina, then Rita, each with repercussions all too unimaginable. Hundreds dead, lawlessness, destroyed towns, rising gas and food prices. Perhaps the most unsettling thing is that we can do absolutely nothing about it. We can't devise a plan against this enemy. We are in its wrath, subject to whatever horrid little experiment nature wants to play on us. But it's not just nature. It's politics and being alive and having money and everything else. Everytime I hear about these devastating storms, I feel like we are at a time of great unrest. I have no warrant to say this. I don't follow politics or the economy. But things cannot go on as they have been for much longer. Something has to give, something has to change. In 20 years I might be telling my kids what college was like. How there was a revolution of sorts. How all the things I was used to were vanishing. But then I wonder, will I even be around to tell my kids that?