Julie Kirchner

I was at school, but kids had not arrived. A colleague came into my room and said, “Turn the TV on. A plane hit one of the twin towers.” As we watched the smoke and flames and listened to the guesses as to how it happened, we watched the second plane hit. We turned to each other with realization and tears in our eyes. The students started showing up about 30 minutes later. Many knew...

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Vicky Deletrain

I was prepping for class when a student who happened to be a recent immigrant from Pakistan, came into my class crying, she had heard on the radio that a plane had hit the first tower. She said her mom was sure it wasn’t an accident. I tried to reassure her that it probably was and sent her to her class with a hug. I turned on the tv in time to see the second plane fly into the second...

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Jennifer Hernandez

September 11, 2001 I was standing at my classroom door during passing time when I first heard the news. The middle school hallway hummed with the energy of a new school year. Ms. Freeman, whose office was next door to my classroom, strode over to me, leaned in close, and said in a low voice, “A plane just crashed into the Twin Towers in New York. Don’t say anything to the kids.” My brain, busy...

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Dawn Little

It began as any other fall day; that gorgeous blue sky and beautiful temperatures. In Montgomery County, MD, just outside the nation’s capital, we were already into our third week of school in my 5th grade class. It was my student Shannon’s birthday, so as students filed in right around 9 am, we wished her a happy birthday and got started on our morning routines. A little after 9 am, while...

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Kim Keith

I live in Sandwich on Cape Cod right next to the Air Force base. My husband, who had been in the Air Force during Vietnam, works overnights and had come home and gone to bed. The phone rang at school at about 9:15 and my husband said, “There is something wrong”. I thought he was talking about himself and he then said, “More jets have scrambled from the base then ever before”. I work in the...

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Lesley B.

The day comes back in pieces, small bits of memory from nearly 15 years ago. I recall walking towards the media center (a.k.a. our school library) to use the copy machine, probably, and as I reach for and try to turn the handle of the heavy wooden door to enter, I realize it’s locked. That’s odd! I continue walking; turn a corner and head toward the office. I can cut through the main office to...

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