tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4027613987182155857.post2413303684581861782..comments2023-10-29T05:06:26.410-05:00Comments on A Library By Any Other Name: 973.931 Where Were You...VWBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02742473111971047393noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4027613987182155857.post-10570186978781895062007-09-22T18:11:00.000-05:002007-09-22T18:11:00.000-05:00I set out the books for my annual 9/11 & Constitut...I set out the books for my annual 9/11 & Constitution Day display and realized that to most of the children in my school that day is ancient history. I wonder what event will be defining moment of their lives as the JKF Assination, the First Challenger Disaster and 9/11 was to other generations.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17333382268292453140noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4027613987182155857.post-47989419706847655692007-09-18T12:18:00.000-05:002007-09-18T12:18:00.000-05:00Be sure to go check out Meg Cabot's blog that she ...Be sure to go check out Meg Cabot's blog that she wrote on 9-11-2001 and updated this year. It is the most powerful thing I have ever read about that day.Camillehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10422449200792287901noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4027613987182155857.post-90345031466097638922007-09-12T17:40:00.000-05:002007-09-12T17:40:00.000-05:00I remember the feeling of wanting to be home more ...I remember the feeling of wanting to be home more than anything and to have my family with me so I would know they were safe. And the quiet was like nothing I'd ever heard before or have ever heard since. I hope I never hear it again.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4027613987182155857.post-21205542225834402882007-09-12T07:06:00.000-05:002007-09-12T07:06:00.000-05:00I know exactly where I was. I was teaching math i...I know exactly where I was. I was teaching math in a 5th grade classroom. It was the first day I ever realized that if my students were in danger, I would put my physical self in front of them to keep them safe. I would be the one to go first. It was a sad, scary, sobering growing-up-type feeling. I will never forget how quiet the world was for the next few days, either. And I'll never forget the first moment I heard a plane in the sky again, after the grounding of all air traffic. These days are burned into my memory like no other.Becky https://www.blogger.com/profile/00927536661770391858noreply@blogger.com