I LIke Miley Cyrus’s New Haircut ~She Really Rocks That Hair!!:)

Watching the billowing smoke from my 3rd floor classroom window, I couldn’t wait for the bell to ring. The children had no idea that there was an emergency. Running to the main office, I was stopped by a hysterical colleague who couldn’t contain the news. The towers had been hit. Not to create a scene, we went into the library where a TV was set up. Shock, horror and fear filled my heart. Tears filled my eyes, and a silent prayer went to heaven.My friend is an MTA police officer. My cousin is one of the flight Captains for American flight number 1 out of Boston. The bell rings and I return to class.My inner voice directs me to love the children, teach on, teach on, and I shut the shades so no one can see. The day goes on, as normally as possible, until the end. Some teachers are relieved from class, and surreal actions take place like coming attractions of a movie. We move to the auditorium en masse to wait. The children know nothing other than we must wait. Waiting, the children chatter and we check identification as they leave school early with their guardians. At 6pm, 4 children remain, unclaimed.I have a 30-mile drive eastward to my home. My husband meets me on the lawn and I fall sobbing into his arms. We watch the newscasts over and over again unable to eat or drink.The next day I return to work. I pass every train station with the cars for which no one has returned. This is the memory that remains.