Where were you?

Where were you when the world stopped turning
on that September day?  (Alan Jackson)
That is the answer so many are thinking of today.
And it, along with these past three weeks of school, now, not as the student or teacher, but as the parent, has me thinking of my old teacher days. My days in the classroom.
And I miss them!
September 11, 2001 — I was still green. Not a young new teacher, necessarily, but certainly new. After seven years in the staffing business, meeting financial and achievement goals I’d set for myself, I realized I was always stressed and always working and not really satisfied. I decided to make my passion my work and zeroed in on books. After researching becoming a librarian,  I realized that teaching for a few years would be my best option. I enrolled in a post-bacc program with Texas State and was lucky enough to be hired at an incredible school in AISD, teaching English and Journalism on an emergency teaching permit. I guess by September 11, I’d have been starting the third week of school. I remember the teacher who knocked on my door and told me that a plane had flown into the World Trade Center, that I might want to turn on the TV. I remember my wonderful friend (then and now) and mentor teacher (then) casually walking into my classroom to sit and us watching the second plane fly into the building. I remember not comprehending it as real. I remember that my students did not either. It was like a movie at that point. I remember going to church with John that evening. To a church we had casually visited over the past few weeks. I guess it was that night that St. Matthew’s became our church. I remember (as I did not know anyone traveling or in New York) that my sister, nearly eight months pregnant, and my then unborn niece, were my biggest concern. How do you raise a child in this kind of world? I wondered.
Now here we are, nine years later. I’ve left that job, had two babies, and am already dreaming of the day I’ll return to work, wondering what that work will be. The original plan of a librarian? Continuing as a classroom teacher? Perhaps in some other school role, using my gifted and talented degree emphasis? Or building on the freelance work I’m doing now?
It’s still several years away, but I find myself dreaming of it, planning for it. I find it hard to imagine this new self in the work world again. Before kids, work was my life. Now, my life is my family, which is not as mundane and free as it sounds. I am really quite busy. How could I ever do both? I’m glad I have a few years to figure that out.