9-11 Display

 As I've stated in previous posts,
I took on the responsibility of
commemorating 9-11 at our high school.
The three girls who cut out the initial back ground paper and then cut out and arranged photos on it, unfortunately didn't open the glass doors to measure the inside of the display case.  I didn't think to check if they did; I assumed.
Never assume when dealing with teen-agers.

Enter two junior girls who took over the project when the others' study hall and lunch periods were over.
They realized the mistake.
They correctly measured and restarted
the project.  They had to cut out already pasted pics to now put on the new paper.  This was the resulting
arrangement laid out on a table in the library.  The background paper was already in the display case at this point.

Here are some close-ups.  I had a World Trade Center calendar that I had saved.  We used only one pic,
because I didn't want to cut up the calendar,
Our color printer at school is not working, so  I had to use my little one at home.  I was able to make a copy of the back of the calendar and the girls designed the string of pics you see here.  I liked their idea.

 I wanted all three areas hit that day to be covered.  Photos of the Pentagon
were the hardest for me to find .















This is the only black and white photo,
except for the newspaper covers.
A student handed this in as part of his English assignment in our computer lab, and I liked the "Never
Forget."
A blogger friend provided the quote that I glued on the bottom of the photo.

Due to starting over, the project ended up being completed

after school by me.

(I did not procrastinate.  I worked on this Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday.

I did not get the 'go ahead' from the principal until Wed.)

One of the junior girls had newspapers at home of the day after.  Her father was in NYC on 9-11 and several days following it.  He bought four papers and they have kept them.  I only copied the front pages and they could not be in color because I had to use
the BIG printer at school to get a decent copy.

Part of the Flight 93 section.

This is something I cut out the following year from The Cincinnati Enquirer

and have kept.

These are more newspaper front pages bought and saved by the girl student's father.

The one paragraph is from a blogger friend from another country.

The article was on the front page of one of the newspapers.

Another blogger submitted this. 

 I apologize for the blurry pic, but I wanted to include it

because it goes so well with the following pic.

The entire song is on the bulletin board, but I only shot part of it.

This can still make me tear up when I hear it.

I wanted a blue background because it was such a beautiful day.

The junior girls came up with the idea of the clouds and writing a caption on them.

Another final photo.

I left at 9 PM Friday night, exhausted but glad I'd taken this on

and completed it.

It's not my most creative work, but with the time and material constraints,

I think it turned out well.

The kids and staff will see it as they walk in tomorrow morning.

Tomorrow morning at the moment the first tower was hit,

two senior girls will begin reading over the loud speaker.

I realize it is a day late, but a lot of schools are commemorating on Monday

out of necessity.

First read will be the short basic "Time Line"

beginning with the first plane hitting

and ending with Flight 93 plowing into a Pennsylvania field.

Then a verse and chorus from Allen Jackson's song will be read.

A moment of silence will follow.

A short poem will be read next.

The chorus of Lee Greenwood's "I'm Proud to be an American"

will be the final reading.

It will occur during the last ten minutes of first period.

I'm praying all goes well.

I taped one of the network's coverage of the ceremonies today

in order to show parts tomorrow in class.

I also DVRd it.

Overall, I thought the commemorations were well thought out

and excellent tributes to those we lost that day.

The families seeing their loved ones' names

on the wall of the World Trade Center

for the first time

was especially moving to me.

Thank you again, to those who wrote me their thoughts and responses

of that day.

Blessings.