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It was my first year of teaching near DC. (I was not close enough to see the planes, but close enough to be a very real situation for many students' parents.) We had just finished a flag ceremony outside and were walking past the front office. I noticed the secretaries staring at the tv, so I had my class pause while I popped my head in to see what was going on tv. That's when the 2nd plane hit. I remember feeling rooted to the floor. The kids knew something was up, but had no clue what. We actually were discussing government and being a good citizen since it was part of my beginning of the year plans. As part of the discussion I mentioned that "not every country has the same beliefs and rights as we do. Some in fact get angry with us." I remember my voice catching, and I had to move on since we were supposed to be mum. Fortunately the students didn't even question it. During lunch I frantically called my mom since that's when they were talking about other cities. She had zero clue about anything. I practically yelled, "The TV! Turn on the TV!!" I also remember the out-pouring of support and brotherhood that happened in the days and weeks after.
What brave brave people and heroes that gave some or all.
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Go Illini!
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