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I worked as a teacher's aide and was in one of the 'lounges' and the tv was on. The news of what was happened flowed thru the building like a raging river and we all watched it all happen as it happened....
Suddenly, there was a scream in the hallway. A teacher ran, crying out her son's name. Someone took her to a room and I went to find the school delegate who went to try and comfort her, to calm her down. She calmed long enough to attempt to call her son and he answered his phone-by happensance, he'd overslept and missed his train into Manhattan.
Another teacher became visibly upset, but was relieved that her husband decided to take the day off. But he lost most of his friends.
Parents filled the office to gather their kids-to this day I don't understand why as they'd have been fine where they were. Only one child lost a relative-an aunt on the plane that went down in PA.
Three days afterward, winds shifted and the overpowering odor resembling burning tar wafted over us and lingered....
Before 9/11/01, my husband would look out over a hill on his way to work and see the sun hitting the WTC. After 9/11/01, for days he'd see only smoke. Sometimes he still remarks how sad it is to see....nothing.
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