Discussing 9/11 in the Classroom
As a child, I remember several events quite clearly. Some are good; others aren't. One memory that comes to mind every year happened when I was in 5th grade. We were changing classes, and suddenly, the teachers announced that something had happened. They said though that we would find out when we got home. I have a very active imagination. Off went my brain thinking through every possibility of what had occurred. I doubt that I really learned much that day. My main worry was "Did something happen to my family?" When I got home, both of my parents were there. I hugged them frantically relieved they were okay. Then I turned to the TV that was on. I watched in horror as a plane barreled into one of the twin towers and then watched the next clip of the towers collapsing. The relief that I felt for my family being there was quickly replaced with questions, anger, and hurt for those involved. Why would anyone do that? It broke my heart to think of all the pe