September 2011
2 posts
My Kind of Memorial
I don’t have a perfect recollection of Sept. 11, 2001. I remember being in my gifted and talented class in the morning, then suddenly being whisked upstairs to my regular third-grade classroom. We sat down in front of the boxy classroom TV and watched enormous orange flames erupt out of two tall gray buildings.
Some details don’t make perfect sense. I was in Hawaii, which is six hours...
Traveling
The last time I changed schools was in fourth grade, when I went from a small public school five minutes away from my house to a much larger private school fifteen miles away. I remember my apprehension on the first day of school, the building nervousness in my stomach, the mounting appreciation for the fact that yes, this is a new school, and no, I don’t know what’s going to happen. I...
