I can’t settle on whether what they did today at my school was right in remembrence or horribly wrong in accident.

Today during the last two periods of the day, there was fire drill. I am not even kidding. Even though it should have been, the impact of this day was not reciding on my mind throughout the day, and at first I blew it off as just another excuse to get out of class.

But then my dear friend Jamie, God bless her, came up to me as we were in our single file line exiting the building and said to me, “That’s horrible; having a fire drill on September Eleventh.”

And at first, I couldn’t agree more.

People grieved, and continue to grieve, over the events that happened on this very day, years ago. Giving a fire drill is almost mockery.

But after pondering it for a while, I realized that this is what it must have been like. I told my friend Rebecca that, later on that day. And she’s said, “Well, the people inside were probably rushing out, and we weren’t.

Neither were they, Rebecca.