9/11

The day it happened was a half school day, so towards the end of the morning we started seeing the first videos of the attacks in NYC and Virginia. Obviously, classes basically stopped, and we were glued to the TVs.

The most vivid memory I take from that morning was the sight of my philosophy teacher, who had a daughter who was a police officer in New York. My teacher was frantically calling everyone she knew up there, hoping to hear from her daughter. The phone lines were jam packed, and the look of desperation and fear on her face has become, for me at least, a permanent reminder that violence against others can have horrific consequences.