Where Were You? Students' Stories of the Boston Marathon Bombing • An ICMPA Media Literacy Project
I awoke on April 15th just like any other Monday, around noon with no class to go to until 2 o’clock. I checked my phone, as per usual to numerous texts and email but nothing out of the ordinary. I went downstairs to get lunch just like every other day. As far as I was concerned up to this point, it was just going to be another boring Monday. Around 1:45 I brought myself to leave for class but forgot my phone in the process. I returned to my room around 3:15 and like any other teenager, immediately went to check my phone. Again nothing seemed out of the ordinary until I looked at my ESPN text alerts. The last one I received was sent around fifteen minutes ago and had a subject I wasn’t used to seeing. It was about running but I knew for a fact I never signed up for alerts related to this sport. I read the first word, ‘Bombing’ and my heart sank. I didn’t know the extent to what had happened at all, but I knew it had to be serious if ESPN was informing me about it. I read the entire message to learn that there were two explosions near the finish line of the Boston Marathon.
While not from Boston myself, I have friends from my hometown, Cherry Hill, NJ, who are up there for school. I immediately turned the television on to ESPN to find breaking news being reported that two bombs went off at the finish line around 2:50. Initial reports did not report anybody had died but many were injured. I thought to myself, “okay, maybe this is as bad as I thought.” My thoughts quickly turned for the worse went I accessed my social media.
Facebook and Twitter were both flooded with posts related to the Boston bombings. People were sending their prayers, expressing anger, and linking news stories to inform their friends. What really grabbed my attention was a certain picture attached to a status by someone I haven’t really talked to since high school but received lots of attention so I decided to check it out. The picture was an aerial view image of the first bombing site and its contents were as graphic as one would imagine.
As the day progressed, I found myself attached to the news, watching the story develop, hoping the person responsible would be brought to justice.