https://padlet.com/ewry/g3gkfvpkvrvq en-us 2017-12-20 02:04:02 UTC 2023-02-17 12:09:32 UTC hello@padlet.com ewry https://padlet.com/ewry/g3gkfvpkvrvq/wish/217403987 2017-12-20 02:07:01 UTC https://padlet.com/ewry/g3gkfvpkvrvq/wish/217403987 ewry https://padlet.com/ewry/g3gkfvpkvrvq/wish/217404024 2017-12-20 02:07:38 UTC https://padlet.com/ewry/g3gkfvpkvrvq/wish/217404024 ewry https://padlet.com/ewry/g3gkfvpkvrvq/wish/217404091 Today is September 10, 2001, and Will, a grade nine student, is spending the day at his father’s workplace tomorrow. As part of a school assignment, all the students in his class will be going to their parents tomorrow, but Will isn’t excited about it–he’d rather sleep in and do nothing with his friends. His father doesn’t even have an exciting job like his best friend James’s father who is a fireman. 

Will’s dad works for an international trading company and has to wake up early every morning to commute to his office on the eighty-fifth floor in the south building of the World Trade Center in Manhattan. Will doesn’t see his father very often because of the hours he puts in at the office. He doubts that his dad will bother making time for him tomorrow even when they are supposed to be spending the day together.]]> 2017-12-20 02:08:43 UTC https://padlet.com/ewry/g3gkfvpkvrvq/wish/217404091 ewry https://padlet.com/ewry/g3gkfvpkvrvq/wish/217404185 "Okay, everybody, let’s settle down and get to work!” Mrs. Phelps, my history teacher, yelled out over the din of the class.

Slowly, reluctantly, people ended their conversations and shuffled to their seats. Monday morning at 8:30 was not a great time to do anything except sleep. Up until last week, that’s what I was doing at this time. I still couldn’t believe how fast the summer holidays had gone by.

While there were no assigned seats I slipped into my usual spot, like everybody else. It was amazing how quickly – within a few days – everybody had fallen into predictable patterns. Not that I was complaining, because I had a good seat – not by the front, but not in the very back row, either. Teachers always kept a close eye on anybody who sat in the last row. On my left-hand side was my best friend, James. Beside him, clearly visible as I innocently looked in his direction to talk, was a girl who had lots of cleavage, wore little tiny tops and had a tendency to bend over a lot to get things out of the pack underneath her desk. Actually, this was a very good seat.

“You’ll have to excuse me if I still don’t know all of your names,” Mrs. Phelps said.

I figured her not knowing mine was still a plus.]]> 2017-12-20 02:10:27 UTC https://padlet.com/ewry/g3gkfvpkvrvq/wish/217404185 ewry https://padlet.com/ewry/g3gkfvpkvrvq/wish/217404321 2017-12-20 02:13:12 UTC https://padlet.com/ewry/g3gkfvpkvrvq/wish/217404321 ewry https://padlet.com/ewry/g3gkfvpkvrvq/wish/217404571 Write down the questions you would like answered in this book or you would like to explore about the content of the book.]]> 2017-12-20 02:17:50 UTC https://padlet.com/ewry/g3gkfvpkvrvq/wish/217404571