On September 11, 2011, I was leaving to go to my job as a teacher to first, second, and third grade Special Education students in a small Missouri town. I briefly saw on the news that a plane had hit the first tower, but I hurried because I was running a little late. I thought it was a small plane and it was an accident. By the time I got to school, people were gathered in the halls. They told me about the second tower being hit and that it was no accident. Our principal said we were to try to have as normal a day as possible. We were not going home. She told us that we were not to have any TVs on because our children were too young and might become frightened. I had a TV in my classroom, in the back, facing my desk. My students sat facing me also, so they did not have a view of the screen. Some of the children had heard about the attacks and we spoke briefly about it. I assured them that it was far away from us and we continued with our “normal” day. I kept the TV on with no audio and continued to monitor what was happening. My principal came in and told me that we weren’t to have our set on. I asked her to look at the students. All were busy and working and paying no attention at all to the screen behind. I said, “I just need to know our world is still there.” She nodded and we were allowed to carry on as we were. She was a great, understanding lady and I was SO grateful to her for that.