Friday, May 18, 2018

Second Blog

My name is Anna Tesoriero. I'm a kindergarten teacher at Brooklyn. It was February 26, 1993 we were
on a field trip to New York’s World Trade Center. There were a lot of children and parents there.
We were leaving from the top of the roof because it was so cold. So we were heading toward the
elevator. I wanted to to take a picture of the artifacts that was on the wall before i got in the elevator.
As soon an i got in all the kids were counting down and we parents were thinking the elevator was too
small for all of us but we knew the ride wouldn't take too long.Then we all feel a weird bump and then the
light were off. All the kids were freaking out and i tried not to show it but i was too but i tried to calm them
down because i thought because it was just so cold the power just stopped.
What i didn't know that there a bomb going off outside.
There were two kids on my leg crying wanting their mom.
Some of the kids fell asleep on the floor and some fell asleep while standing up.
Then i smelled smoke and i got really worried because some of the kids have asthma and i was scared
that if they inhale it that it could hurt them. So we tried opening the doors to get some fresh air.
After waiting awhile we heard a man on the elevator’s speaker telling us to stay calm and he would
help us out. The kids and parents were so happy and so was i to get it out.

Tuesday, December 5, 2017

Baby Jessica McClure

Hello my name is Jessica McClure and I remember like it was yesterday, because every time I'm at the day care which was run by my aunt Reba. I can see the the little metal cover bearing over the old well. I remember it was Wednesday, October 14. It all started when my aunt Reba went inside for a little bit and me and a couple kids were playing when all a sudden something happened and all I saw was darkness and I heard a bunch of kids screaming. I remember seeing a little microphone and people asking me if i was ok and and workers was singing nursery rhymes and everything to make me smile and happy. The workers made a hole all the way toward me to help me out and I remember the loud noise the machines were making. Then I saw a man who helped me out they put me in a bed and took me to the hospital. I also remember seeing a lot of people at the day care and at the hospital and saw how much people cared. The worst part of all that is when they had to cut my pinky toe off because my foot lost circulation while I was in the well. There were a lot of people outside the hospital giving me cards and flowers and my mom holding me and telling me that everything is going to be ok and the people outside are nice people and hope i feel better. I will never forget what happened. That day my mom called it Trapped.