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The Difference 12 Years Makes
2 years after September 11th, 2001 I was a senior in high school. They showed us a video to remember September 11th on the anniversary of the tragedy. The consensus of my first period class was that we hadn’t forgotten. In fact, some wondered aloud if it was really necessary. It brought up the sadness and fear that hit us on that day, and we wondered when the nation would be allowed to heal.
During that school year, my current students were being born. Their innocent minds had no knowledge of this event. It was history to them. It happened before their lifetime.
They asked me if we would be talking about the events of September 11th, 2001, and I told them that we would. Some of them cheered and said “Yes!” They were excited. I’m glad they’re interested, but many of them will be disappointed. They find violence, war and tragedy interesting. Its human. Likely, they’ll be disappointed.
My students will never understand what it felt like on that day, but I can try to give them a slightly different perspective.
For the past 3 years, I have shown my students a read aloud video of a book titled The Little Chapel That Stood by A.B. Curtiss. It’s about the historic St. Paul’s Chapel, which dates back prior to the Revolution, survived the burning of NYC by the British during that war, and both Alexander Hamilton and George Washington spent time within its walls. It is located less than 100 yards from the sight of the Twin Towers.
In the immediate moments after the attack, firefighters hung their shoes on the rungs of the chapel’s fence in order to quickly don their boots and run to help in the mayhem. The chapel survived without so much as a piece broken or out of place (although the organ was damaged by smoke and needed to be replaced). It served as a resting place and makeshift memorial in the days after the attack.
I share this story with my students because it’s personal. I don’t want to show them images of burning buildings and falling towers. I want them to hear a story of hope, perseverance and heroism. I want them to be inspired by the volunteers that worked through the day and night to rescue survivors and find the missing dead.
And yes, I do hope they can feel some of what Americans felt 14 years ago when they consider the firefighters who never came back to that chapel to claim their shoes.
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Civil War Carpool Talk
J: Why does that guy have those flags hanging in his car?
Me: *looking around* What flags?
J: Those rebel flags
Me: Oh...Is that the Confederate flag?
J: No...
Me: What is it?
J: That was the flag of the army
Me: Right on! High five! *high five*
J: *High Five* So why would he have those flags on his car?
Me: I guess it's for Southern pride....He is proud to live in the south, and that represents the south to him.
J: But that was such a bad time in our history....Why would he want to hang a flag like that?
Me: I don't know...I really don't know...
(Haven't tumbled in years, but reblogging this to show that it's not a "new" problem)
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I must study politics and war that my sons may have the liberty to study mathematics and philosophy. My sons ought to study mathematics and philosophy, geography, natural history, naval architectures, navigation, commerce and agriculture in order to give their children the right to study paintings, poetry, music, architecture, statuary, tapestry, and porcelain.
John Adams
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This is so Andrew Jackson I will find it apropos just this once to allow swear words on my tumblr.
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Perhaps a sign I haven't been home alone on a Saturday night in a while?
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every teacher before they draw on the board: im not an artist
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LAME!
Seriously, WHAT a d-bag.
On a completely unrelated note, there are four people in my office space right now. Half of us have stopped working. The other half I am not really sure… their computers are facing directly away from me. If I had to bet, I would bet they aren’t [working] either. Happy Friday!
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Last Saturday I saw this on a big screen with the soundtrack played LIVE by the Dallas Symphony Orchestra. Hard to beat that.
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