Hug Your History Teacher

Hug Your History Teacher So, I manage the blogs. Interestingly, the best way to manage the blogs I found, is to do it by NOT managing the bloggers. Might take a second for that to make sense. But we have an agreement. I dont tell them what to write they dont commit libel. That said, I sat here all day wondering is someone going to write a blog post about September 11th today? Then I realized they probably wont. I dont think the reason they wont is because they might think its outside of the scope of an admissions website. Although that could be it. I dont think they wont because they think there is anything controversial about the subject. They dont avoid controversy, we just had a blogger deftly navigate an analysis of the Penn State scandal. No, I think maybe they wont is because on September 11th, 2001 most of the bloggers were 7. Or 8. Maybe 10 max. Wow. Well, Im old enough to remember. Im old enough to remember sprinting home in fear, even in San Francisco, because some news suggested that the Transamerica tower where I was was a target. Im old enough to remember the feeling of guilt I felt when I said to my girlfriend, Im so impressed that the tower is still standing with that huge gaping hole in it. And then seconds later watching it fall as if my words made it happen. And Im certainly old enough to remember when I took that call from Alex, announcing that my boy Paul Sloan was a victim. RIP Paul, I dropped by the memorial and took this picture. So, as a licensed history teacher in the state of Massachusetts it occured to me. While were all focusing on Math and Science, maybe we should all hug our history teachers today. Because this lesson and many more that they teach us every year, allow us too to not forget. And thats education.