I was used as a primary source this week. I went into a writing class to introduce myself as their embedded librarian. I was there to talk about how I can help them navigate the information landscape. I was unprepared when the professor, at the end of my introduction, asked me to share about my experience of September 11th. Her students, most of whom weren't even born in 2001, were doing exploratory interviews and writing about the tragedy. The class stared back at me. "The sky was so blue." I was a senior in high school, sitting in my civics class, when a teacher rushed into the classroom and turned on the television. It was one of the few in the school that got cable. Then the second plane hit. I'm sure the teachers probably thought they should turn off the TV, but neither of them made a move to do so. The bell rang. We slowly packed up our things and went to our next classes. The rest of day, information and rumors passed in the halls. I lived in upstate New York and most of my classmates has some connection to New York City. Some shared confidently, others in hushed tones. Few had cell phones so no one could, for certain, say what had happened. I'm not sure what I did after school ended that day. Likely, I walked home, turned on CNN, and sat there until it was time to go to bed. But the sky had been so blue. It had been a perfect fall day. The first of the season. The air was crisp. A light breeze blew through the trees that were already changing colors. The sky was so blue.
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