Yesterday was an intense day for radio. I normally listen to NPR when I'm driving, and they had an all-day thing about 9-11. Just driving from my house to Target (about 7 minutes) brought tears to my eyes listening to people's stories about that day, and the loss they experienced.
Whew.
I remember being in my office at school, and one of my students (still remember her name) came in to say that something was going on. I forget how she said it, but basically I didn't believe her. Over the course of the day, I suppose I learned more online (didn't really talk to other teachers b/c I was off in my own wing, and no tv, just internet)...but it was that evening driving for over an hour to go to orchestra practice and listening to the radio and learning about what was going on and then again on the drive home, late at night, hearing more about what had happened.
It seemed far away and surreal, but it was also very scary, and I remember feeling very alone.
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