My Most Memorable Friend

Through learning about the differences between friends, children can be better prepared for real life. As a teacher, there are challenges when a student has significant learning or behavioural needs, but in many ways, this just keeps a teacher ever vigilant of the need to be a lifelong learner.

Despite only being in high school for two years, the friends that I have made have greatly impacted who I am as a person. Whenever I am struggling, my friends are the first people I turn to for advice. I learned from them that I always put others first even when it may cause a large amount of stress later on, am very talkative about the things I am

On September 11, 2001, I was seated in my third grade class at the age of eight years old. Every morning we had a “news” station that would automatically come on at 8:30 a.m. called Channel One News, tailored for children. However, after this five minute long news segment ended we started class. I remember commotion in the halls, and my teacher went out to see what was going on. She came back in, and immediately turned on the television that had just recently automatically shut off. There is was, a burning building, at the time I had no clue what was going

When 9/11/2001 occurred I was sitting in the lunch room at Good Year Elementary School in Brunswick Georgia eating lunch. My classmates and I was talking normally like we always did until one of the lunch monitors told us to be quiet. I didn’t know exactly what was going on at the time. I just knew something serious had just happened. One of my teachers told the class that a plane had hit the Twin Towers. The teachers then turn on the television as all of us watch not exactly understanding what had happen or what the cause of it was. I remember some of the teacher crying while others got on their cells phones trying to contract their families in New York City, but the lines was so busy. That whole day I remember just sitting in class watching

September 11, 2001 I was in my freshman year at Pasadena High School sitting in my second period classroom. I remember the teacher turning the television on and a silence falling over the room. Watching the news and continuing on the remainder of the week at home it felt as if some terrible movie was being shown. At the time I was still very immature and although I thought what was going on was very saddening I did not realze the magnitute of the event.

9/11 is a tragic day burned into american history forever. The horrifying scene in Manhattan, NY which killed 2,600 has been described as something out of a movie. The footage of the attack is overwhelming, and the effects it had on the world, are even more so. Being part of the generation that was born just before 9/11, most of our emotions attached to the event are not very sensitive, in fact to many it is seen almost as a joke at times, since even today vines and memes about the twin towers are everywhere. On the other hand, it also created hate and islamophobia in some, distrust towards our own government in others, and even a stronger sense of patriotism.

As a child, I felt that having friends was the most significant cause in who I am today. Throughout my life I have had many friends who have influenced me in numerous ways, but now most of them have become distant acquaintances. Although the majority

On this very exact date of September 11, 2001 I remember sitting in my first grade class at my desk. My teacher turned the news radio on and I remember hearing about the tragedy that was happening. At that time, I had no idea of what was really going on but I knew something was happening. As the day went on there were fewer and fewer kids in my class. Parents were coming and getting their kids earlier from school. Early dismissals throughout the whole day. At the end of the day you could say that there was only a hand full of kids in my class, including myself. Now as an adult I understand the panic of all parents and the reasons for all the early dismissals.

Reading your post about 9/11 from such a young age was very interesting. My son was five at the time of the attacks and to this day he remembers the fact that he was upset because PBS interrupted their programming for the news coverage and he did not get to watch Clifford the Big Red Dog. My son may not remember the details of that day, but he will forever remember the disruption in his everyday routine caused by the attacks. Goldstein (2015) points out that the “idea that people believe flashbulb memories are stronger and more accurate has led to the conclusion that the special nature of flashbulb memories can be traced to the emotional nature of flashbulb events” (p. 216). For my son, he remembers his television programs being interrupted

I never knew what 9/11 was up until the middle of the first semester of my 6th grade year. A teacher of mine, whom I no longer remember the subject he taught, briefly mentioned the attack on the World Trade Center’s twin towers by a pair of hijacked passenger airplanes. In the page we were on of our textbook, I saw a still frame image taken from a video that captured the North Tower standing perfectly fine seconds before it is slammed by Flight 11 that Tuesday morning. Unlike most people that have seen a mainstream picture of the second tower being hit, this was my first visual interpretation of the attacks; however, I would only put this in the back of my head as I left that classroom, probably excited to go home and do something entertaining like using my legos to build something.

The tragic events of 9/11 were emotionally damaging for everyone. Children lost their parents, people lost their friends, and spouses lost each other. While all of these cases are rich with psychological themes, it is the impact on the fully formed mind of the adult that is most interesting. While the specific reaction of each adult is hard to explain under one large theory, a lot of their behavior is due to flashbulb memories, classical conditioning, schemas, heuristics, and normalization.

Little children are born imbued with a rosy outlook on life- we see the good, and look over the ugly parts, firmly believing in redemption and hope. But we soon grow up- and that rosy outlook fades as the truths of the society in which we live begin to take hold. Some of my earliest experiences with the cruelty and injustices of the world are derived from the attacks on 9/11. I was little, but I remember seeing the towers falling on TV- my parents staring at the news in horror. I remember the sadness in my heart and my inability to understand how someone could do something that horrible. I still remember the discussions being held in our living room shortly thereafter, about Saddam Hussein’s execution. I did not understand much, but I knew

Do you ever have one of those moments in your life in which you will never forget where you were? I remember waking up early on September 11, 2001, getting ready for school and my dad telling me hurry up to watch the news with him. Being in 8th grade at the time, the news really wasn’t something I would watch in the mornings so I knew it had to be something important. Then I saw it. An airplane crashing into a tower, people panicking, and mayhem ensuing in a city very well known to me. When any tragic event like 9/11 occurs, the effect it will have on a nation is tremendous. It left America in shock, anger, and sadness just to name a few adjectives to describe the insurmountable amount of feelings that we felt on that day.

I remember the first remember the first time I met him. It started when I got to my new school I made a few friends, but still didn’t know him. Then there was one day when I was in after care. My brother was there and he said he was playing tag with someone so I decided to play as well. Then I met him His name was also Andrew, and he was in the grade under me. When I first saw him he was so energetic it was insane he was so full of energy. He seemed like a very nice person, but then we started playing teen titans go. So he took it too far and punched everyone in the stomach while screaming booyah. So I thought that it wasn’t going to work out. The next day we played with him again, and he was also rough. Then we eventually became really close friends over the long school year. It was really fun, but then since the elementary school only went up to fourth grade I went to the next school. So I had to survive fifth grade without him.

Kasia was and still is my best friend growing up. We had gone on several vacations together with each other’s families. Then there was one vacation that I went with her on right before our senior year of high school. Her family has a passion for flying, they have three planes now and Kasia had planned on becoming a commercial pilot. Because of their passion for flying they go to Oshkosh, Wisconsin every summer for the EAA AirVenture, which is a big flight convention outdoors. I went with them one year and I started to notice some things with Kasia. I noticed that she was constantly going to the bathroom and with every glass of water I had she would have had three. I pointed this out to her and told her that she should go see a doctor. I did not know what was wrong with her I just knew there was something wrong with her.