On Tuesday, September 10, 2001, I mentioned to my 9th grade Pulaski High School in Milwaukee that September 11th was my birthday. I also told them of my history of having really bad birthdays. I rattled off one funny/pathetic story after another.
The morning of 9/11, I sat at my desk, getting my papers together, and as my students entered in, they brought in balloons, cookies, soda, teddy bears and cards. These sweet students planned a party for me. Minutes later my classroom phone rang.
"Happy Birthday. Turn on the T.V.," my sister said. I could hear the anxiousness in her voice. I turned on the T.V. and watched in sadness with my students.
I didn’t teach that day, but we learned that the world is a place filled with evilness, hate, hope and love.