Here’s the main thing I remember about that day. I was teaching 9th graders when the attacks occurred.
Student, 12 years ago today: “Mr Austin! Mr. Austin! Turn on the TV! Someone just flew an airplane into the World Trader Center!”
Me: “Yeah, RIGHT.” I was finally convinced to turn it on — just in time to see the second plane hit the other tower.
I don’t think I’ll ever live THAT one down. I had to spend the rest of the workday trying to reassure my students that Mayflower, Arkansas had zero strategic importance, and that they could relax about their fears of their small town being the next target. This was not easy.
The boiling anger set in after I no longer had to take care of students, and remained with me for days. Many (or most) Americans experienced this same emotion.