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Right after third hour, I was getting myself together to go to the store and sell stuff on break when my phone rang. Jay's voice said, "Cheryl, you have a phone call on line 1."

I had no idea who might be calling me at school--my first thoughts were the clinic or Ingrid.

But no. it was a completely unexpected phone call.

"Hello, Cheryl? This is *** from the W.C. police department." (*** because I did not catch the name. i was too shocked by the "police department' addendum.)

He went on to tell me, "We are outside your house right now..."

Then my first thought was, "Holy shit! My house is on fire!"

And instead of being happy, as I really would be if my house burned to the ground, I could only think of all my dolls. Melting into puddles in a raging fire....That would be really sad.

Then he said that they had received a 911 hang-up call from a cell phone and that it had triangulated to my house. I assured them that I was at school and that I lived alone--even my cat had died. He said that sometimes the triangulation was a little off. That it was probably 220 on the block instead of 210. Then he assured me that they would put my screens back on the windows as they had just about been ready to break in to my house to be sure I was okay.

THEN my first thought was about how filthy my house is at the current time. The carpets need vacuuming. the kitchen floor is gross. There's crap all over the dining room table....sigh.

Well, they didn't go in, so that was a relief. i think I will be cleaning when I get home tonight.

At least i know that if I ever do have an issue and have to call 911, they will come into my house and save me.

I will be really pissed if I come home tonight to discover a dead burglar in my house, laying on the living room floor with his cell phone grasped in his hand.

Well, that's my big big story of the day.

Whoooo.

The September 11 attacks came during my last year in hell (aka Triton Public Schools). I was teaching my reading class, and the sanctimonious, self-absorbed voice of the Troll (AKA B. J_o_y_c_e--I am spacing out his name like this because I hear he is trolling the internet now, looking for people who are "slandering" him on line. It is impossible to slander that little effed up shit for brains as everything is TRUE. It isn't slander if it is true.)

Anyhow, his arrogant, pissy, self-important voice came over the intercom as it did a dozen times a day because he loved nothing more than to hear the sound of his own voice being "in command" of all that he surveyed. "This is a terrible day," he said, "Teachers, if you want to turn on your TVs to watch this terrible moment in history, please do so."

He said some other stuff too, but I have blocked out most of what he had to say.

I had no idea of what he was talking about because *I* was teaching. When I turned on the TV, I saw raw footage being broadcast. The one woman I remember the clearest was saying over and over again, "Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my effing God!" People's faces were covered with black ashy stuff. Some people were running away, some people were running toward it, and some were just standing there, looking shocked. Both planes had already actually plunged into the towers by the time I turned it on, but there was footage of both of them going in.

Then they started talking about a plain down in a field somewhere. Then they started playing 911 calls for help or saying good bye from the passengers.

I remember telling my students that the buildings could "Pancake" and "No, it ISN'T 'cool.'" When the first tower began to collapse, one of my 8th graders, Anthony, said, "SWEET!"

I said, "Not so sweet, Anthony. There are still PEOPLE inside there."

Then he felt bad, and I told him it was alright--he had assumed everyone would get out. But they didn't.

I remember how odd it was to see no contrails in the air for a couple days. And how going to the post office took a whole 'nother meaning, with the anthrax scare.

I remember praying for everyone.

I remember the long lines at the local gas stations and how quickly those capitalist bastards jacked their prices way way up to screw their fellow poor citizens. Any excuse to rip a few extra dollars off of someone.

I remember how silent the room was as the kids watched this.

I remember how I just wanted to load them all up on busses and send them home so I could be by myself to have a good cry....

But, we taught to the end of the day.

It was a sad, tragic, bad day....

However, I cannot help but compare what we did to Iraq and its people to what was done to us and say, "What happened to us was NOTHING in comparison to what we did to them--unprovoked, UNPROVOKED!

I felt the same sick misery when I watched Bagdad blowing up as I felt when I saw the towers crumble. I wondered how many children and old people were dying in that "Shock and Awe" masturbatory hoo-rah that Georgie W. loosed upon those innocent people.

How is what we did different than what was done to us? I really want to know....

Saddam was an asshole, there is no doubt about that. But he was our asshole. We gave him the things that made him powerful, then asked him to use them on Iran. Instead he turned them on his own people. Did he deserve to die? Yes, I think he most probably did. Did we have the right to destroy his country in order to get to him and kill him? No. I really don't think so. Not if we still want to be the good guys.

We aren't the good guys any more, speaking from a "national" perspective. We now apparently feel that we can do anything we want to do, just cuz we feel like doing it.

.It isn't right. It isn't right.

"I tremble for my country when I consider that God is just."

I love my country.

I distrust and fear my Government.

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