Saturday, September 11, 2010
There are some things I don't remember about that terrible day in 2001. I don't remember what the weather was like outside. I don't remember what I was wearing. I don't remember leaving my room during 3rd period planning to go to the main office. Unfortunately, I do remember the look on Mrs. Margaret Thomas's face when I entered the office. I remember tears pouring from her eyes as she told me that our country was under attack. I remember racing to the library to huddle in a back room with other teachers and watch as the tragedy unfolded. I remember holding hands with fellow teachers as Mrs. Stephanie Richardson said a prayer. I remember walking back to my classroom feeling so helpless. Worst of all, I remember the looks on my 8th graders' faces when I told them what had happened. After that, the day is just fuzzy flashes of news reports. I don't remember driving home. I don't remember having dinner. I don't remember going to my cousin Kris's house. In the weeks that followed, I DO remember how our country came together, and I DO remember how American patriotism was EVERYWHERE. I never want to feel as shocked and devastated as I did on 9/11/01, but I wish this country's citizens always could remember the feeling of unified American pride that we had after that horrific day.