Never forget moments
Twelve years ago, I was teaching my one and only semester of school. I am sure you have heard me refer to that time in my life.
The kids were in P.E. and I walked down to another teacher's room as I often did. She was one of my mentors and I was probably seeking advice on the latest calamity going on in my class. Her husband or someone had called to alert her of what was going on, and she was listening to the radio.
I listened in as the newscast said the first tower collapsed. I really had absolutely no idea what that meant. I didn't really understand what was going on because I couldn't picture it.
Isolated from media until later that afternoon, the computer teacher had a tiny black and white TV and at that point, they were talking about the crash in Pennsylvania. It was still difficult to comprehend. In fact, it still is in some ways.
It wasn't until I got home that I really started getting the big picture and could see what actually happened. After school that day, I remember going over to my parents' house before they got home from work and watching the coverage.
The next day was interesting when the kids got back to school. As 4th graders, you know their questions were something else. And what they heard from their parents before facts were really known were not all correct. That made for interesting discussions too.