Where Were You...
...when the world stopped turning, on that September day? I was, in the words of Alan Jackson's song, "teaching a class full of innocent children." My fourth graders and I were proceeding with our morning routine when a fellow teacher came to my door and motioned through the glass window for me to come outside. Julie told me that two planes had crashed into the World Trade Center in New York City and there were reports one had crashed in Washington, D.C. Since we were an elementary campus, our principal did not want any televisions or computers on while children were in rooms, so they would not see the events unfold. I called Joey and told him to turn on the television. He was at home grading exams and he had not turned on the tv or radio, yet. I had to go back in the classroom and spend the rest of the day acting as if nothing unusual was happening. During our conference periods, we covered our door windows...