We each have our own memories. We remember various aspects, specific images, certain feelings, in myriad ways.
18 years later, this is what I remember:
Leaving home
Car thermometer: 72o
New Jersey Turnpike entrance
Crowded lanes
Sunshine in my window
Her Majesty, the Statute of Liberty
The Beacon Twins, the Towers
Busy streets
McNair Academic
4th day teaching Honors English
More nervous than the freshmen, still
Bells ringing
Short-story discussion:
Determine plot, distinguish character, define motive, discover resolution
Incomplete
Sirens wailing, wailing, wailing
Mike R. entering
“Look out the window”
Opening windows
Leaning out windows
Hundreds of windows, thousands of heads
Smoke, steel, gray, black
Horror
“Oh, My God!”
Numb
“What?”
Fear
“Where are they?”
Tears
Hugs
Rushing to phones, finding phones
Silent phones
Climbing stairs
4th floor, Yearbook Office
1 phone
Faint connection
Relief
Terror
Waiting
Tears
Hugs
Up and down stairs
Classroom doors opening, closing
TV monitor
Flames
Smoke, steel, gray, black
Preparing to dismiss for home
“Who’s going home?”
“Who’s coming home?”
Short-story analysis:
Determine plot, distinguish character, define motive, discover resolution
Some late, sick, delayed, lost, saved, dead
Heading home
Deserted streets
Gray sky out my window
New Jersey Turnpike entrance
Police car, officer
“Where are you going, Ma’am?”
“Home”
License and registration
Driving home, finally
Empty lanes
“Where are the cars?”
Arriving home
TV images
Smoke, steel, gray, black
“Oh, My God!”
Hugs
Tears
Hugs
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