When we finally were released to go to school, I sprinted up the steps to my first classroom at FMS where I was teaching science. I turned on the TV just to see the last tower fall. Again, I just stood there with my mouth open. They fell? They were gone? I could not believe what I was seeing. I could not believe what was happening.
The worst thing about that day for us in Fairfield is that since we had professional development that morning, the kids had a late start. So many of them were home alone watching TV, waiting to go to school. By the time they got there, they were confused, upset, full of rumor and speculation, and generally freaked out. As were we.
Later that day, Air Force 1 flew right over Fairfield. I didn't see it, but those who did said it was flying low enough that you could see the details of the plane. Everyone knew exactly what it was.
That week, I became addicted to the scrolling news bar across the TV screen. I hardly slept at night because I was afraid I'd miss something.
What I loved that week was that feeling that we were all on the same team... the overwhelming support for our country. I'm guessing that's what it felt like in World War II after Pearl Harbor was attacked. My grandma talked about how everyone worked together and felt like they were doing their part to support the country. The time following 9/11/01 is the first time I experienced that in my life.