tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7029419017923677229.post4812246289786603872..comments2023-10-26T04:38:06.297-04:00Comments on TeachPaperless: RememberingAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14091328599818819777noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7029419017923677229.post-38459277100660060292011-09-11T14:40:54.736-04:002011-09-11T14:40:54.736-04:00I was in Mrs. Fisher's 8th grade social studie...I was in Mrs. Fisher's 8th grade social studies class when Kennedy was assassinated. I wasn't old or aware enough to know what that might mean for the rest of us and the future.<br />I was working at a community social and educational services agency when the World Trade Center was attacked. A co-worker had a radio on in the food pantry, and we listened to the first reports. I felt immediate deep sadness and discouragement not only for the horrors experienced directly by the victims of the attack, but also for what the attackers were doing indirectly to the rest of us- turning us over to the war-makers again.<br /> I don't watch television, so I didn't see film images of the Sept. 11 attacks until several days later. I didn't want or need more reminders of the horror on which my country was likely to embark. The Vietnam War was my formative historical "event", rather than the Kennedy assassination.<br />Now, as a high school Spanish teacher, I briefly introduce my students to the Chilean 9/11 of 1973, just to broaden their 9/11 thinking a little.R. Detwilerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12949666210307397986noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7029419017923677229.post-2844570168791689742011-09-11T13:42:41.410-04:002011-09-11T13:42:41.410-04:00Very touching Noah and as you said, 9/11 was my ge...Very touching Noah and as you said, 9/11 was my generation’s Kennedy assassination; I remember every detail. But what I remember the most is getting home and asking my mom were my dad was. That anxiety of coming home and knowing that my father wasn’t there was too much and then hearing him walk in 10 minutes later….I’m so thankful.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14447747684748902358noreply@blogger.com