I know, I’m sorry.
Why, Ms. Orr, why did you lie to us?
I had to. We didn’t know enough. We couldn’t answer your questions.
I don’t know. People have lots of thoughts and ideas but no one actually knows. We can only guess.
I’m not certain about that either. Again, there are lots of guesses and people think they know but it’s not certain yet. I do think we will figure out the answer to that question though. It will just take time.
My heart broke.
It wasn’t your people. You had no connection to the people who did this. None at all.
Last year I wrote about my memories of September 13, 2001. This past summer, during the Invitational Summer Institute one of the teachers had us study several pages of Jonathan Safran Foer’s novel Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close. She then had us write in that style about a powerful event in our lives. She doesn’t require her students to write about September 11th because most of them don’t remember it well enough. I chose to write about September 13th.
Here in the suburbs of D.C. we did not have school on the 12th. So much was uncertain and unstable it was decided best not to have students in school and buses on the road. September 13, 2012 was possibly the most challenging day I have ever had as a teacher.