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 br...