In a sick sort of way, I find it fascinating to hear people's stories about what they were doing when JFK was shot, and now – what people were doing on September 11.
School had just started for the year, and, as usual, I had waited until the last minute to make my copies. I had first period conference, so I was in the teacher's lounge/copy room on the 2nd floor. There is a TV above the copy machine that usually was on CNN or Fox News. Sure enough…. There I am, standing at the copy machine, watching the news, and all the chaos broke out. The anchors didn't really know what to say, nobody really knew what was going on, and before we knew it, the second tower fell. Crazy. I went back to my classroom and turned on the TV in there and continued to watch it until the bell rang at 10:34. Administration sent out an email telling us not to have our TV on, but I was like – "Um ,sorry. But this is a pretty big deal and will be in history books someday, so we can't shelter the kids from everything." And we went about our day, with the TV in the background. Then went home and watched the coverage for hours.
I still have all those emails that people sent out right afterwards. So many of them just made me so proud to be an American – the stories about the firefighters and police officers, the strangers helping each other, the soldiers going to war for us. I think that September 11, while a horrible tragedy, helped me understand what a magnificent country we live in.
So, where were you?