Got an email from one of my former players / students, the famous Jessie… and in it, she wrote:

2 years ago we scrambled home after a crazy day directing parents, signing kids out, giving out hugs, in a makeshift cab. i can barely remember presidential and politician babble before ‘freedom’ and ‘war on terror’ dominated content.

I still remember 9/11 so vividly. I remember wondering why the car alarms on Beacon’s street went off. I remember Harry Streep coming into the room to tell me what had happened. I remember one of my students getting so upset because her older brother worked in the towers. I remember the Girls Basketball team helping us to keep the school calm and safe. I remember how proud of them I was. I remember how scared I was. I remember what it felt like when Kat, all of the sudden, appeared at Beacon, pizza in hand, and I knew she was o.k. and with me.