I was on a break from teaching, like every Tuesday, and actually spent the time of the attacks in blissful ignorance at the Rockwall Starbucks. I had CD's on in my car instead of the radio, so I totally missed the news on both the way over and the way back. I did hear someone listening to a radio on the patio and they were talking about "the second plane," but it didn't register with me at all. (It amazed me later that nobody walked inside and told us about it.)As I repost this in 2016, we know that the evil in our world is far from being eradicated (indeed, the past few years have seen evil showing its face even more, so it would seem). But I say once more, may we never forget, and may something of this nature never happen here again.
When I got back to the school, the flute teacher stopped me in the hallway and asked me if all my students were being pulled out of school (evidently hers were). I said, "No, why?" and she told me what had happened. I spent the rest of the day like everyone else, in shocked, depressed amazement, catching the news when I could. There I was, not even two weeks into being a homeowner, and the world suddenly felt so different. It added to the pall cast over everything when I found out that the sister of a girl I graduated from high school with was on Flight 93, the one that crashed in a field in Pennsylvania. (Since it's common on this day to have roll calls of the people who were lost, I'll state her name here, with a link to her foundation: Lauren Catuzzi Grandcolas.)
The whole thing felt so surreal; how could anyone hate us that much? The concept of the suicide hijacking was unprecedented as well (before that, hijackers just usually wanted to go to Cuba, and that's why airline personnel were taught to cooperate with them rather than try to subdue them).
I know there are still terrorist plots being hatched, and people capable of carrying them out...but I hope nothing like this ever happens on U.S. soil again. Or anywhere, for that matter.
Sunday, September 11, 2016
Fifteen years ago today (published annually here since 2004, and only mildly edited throughout the years):
Wednesday, August 03, 2016
A high schooler who had a lesson today noted that "they gave us a copy of this thing called the Woodwind Feature. I think it's supposed to be an oboe and euphonium duet." Never mind the fact that a euphonium isn't a woodwind; has anyone ever heard of a duet between those two instruments...on the field? I'm thinking the kid misheard something. (On an only slightly related note, I'm amused that my new[ish] computer's spell check doesn't recognize "euphonium" as a word.)
Saturday, May 28, 2016
A room monitor called out for the next performer, whose name happened to be Marco. Another kid replied by yelling "Polo!"
Friday, May 13, 2016
I'm not sure which was more strange: A gaggle of choir kids walking down the hall playing kazoos, or--just a few steps ahead of them--a band kid walking down the hall carrying a live chicken. (I don't think the two occurrences were connected, but you never know...)
Thursday, May 05, 2016
A middle schooler was lamenting how the object he had created in his previous class had turned out... KID: We made flowers in my last period, and mine looks like a taco. ME (after thinking about it for a bit): Well, considering what day it is today, that's kind of appropriate, right? KID: Yes, you're right! I love my taco flower! (This same kid related a Darnedest Thing from one of his classmates, who said this today: "Now I know why it's called Cinco de Mayo--because it's the sixth of May!")
Tuesday, April 26, 2016
The discussion of films came up in a recent combo rehearsal... ME: I don't go to the movies all that often, but I do want to see the two new jazz movies that are out [meaning the Miles Davis and Chet Baker biopics] KID: Oh, are you talking about that "Drumlash" thing? (I assured him that it wasn't that, nor was I talking about the similar nonexistent movie called "Whipline.")