“There’s a fire in New York!” : A 9/11 Memory

“Will you please send Rajahd* to the main office to go home?” blared the intercom system.

“Sure, no problem,” replied Ms. Simon, our third grade teacher.  “Rajahd?  Come get your homework and you may leave.”

“Umm Ms. Simon...?  I’m not supposed to be leaving right now though... I don’t have anything ( Read more... )