Our entire school sat in a darkened gym and watched the shuttle Columbia land for the first time in 1981. We cheered like nuts when it touched down. Even watching it sit on the dry lake bed getting fanned off was rivetting, but the principal wouldn't let us sit for another hour.
My 6th grade teacher Mrs. Kidrick had a love of aerospace, so everything we did was aerospace and shuttle related. We won 2nd place in a national contest when we simulated a shuttle launch, orbit, and landing in our classroom. I saved every clipping, magazine, and photo I could of the shuttle.
My American Lit teacher Mr. Anderson was in the running for the teacher in space program in 1986. He and Sharon Christa McAuliffe were in the top 5 for the slot, but she got it. He went home early on January 28, 1986...
I woke up feeling kind of woozy from all the cider, Mike's Hard Lemonade, and Wingdome Rasta chicken wings and plunked myself down on the couch. I turned on the TV and saw the words "Columbia" and "Shuttle tragedy" in the same sentence on the news.
I reached for the phone to call my mom, but she passed away last year in July. I sometimes forget.
Ferris Beuhler: "What have you seen today?"
Cameron Frye: "Nothing good..."
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