I was working in my classroom on September 11, 2001, teaching chemistry at a private Catholic HS near Washington DC. The principal came over the intercom asking everyone to turn on their classroom televisions and to remain calm. I remember watching the news on the monitor and not fulling understanding what I was seeing. Even after I realized what was happening, and was trying to explain THAT to my students, I still didn't quite believe it. It wasn't until I tried to call my husband, who worked at Walter Reed Army Hospital in the District, and the cell phone wouldn't go through, that I fully began to comprehend that our world had changed forever. Even living through the DC sniper event later would not stun me the way that September morning did. Seven years later I still vividly remember where I was and the awful feeling in my gut, even before I found out that my fellow teachers had lost relatives in NYC. We must never forget the price of our freedom and be ever vigilant in guarding it.
And now Ike is knocking at the door of the TX coast. I think TS Eliot got it wrong when he said "April is the cruelest month." In my book, it's September. Cheryl
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