I was teaching public school first grade. We had been put on lockdown, but told nothing. I figured that there was a police chase in the area and thought nothing of it (unfortunately, it was not uncommon). For some reason, I had to call my DH during the day. I called and he was concerned and asked if I was doing okay. I replied I was fine, why? Then he told me what had happened.
The teachers rolled a TV into the teachers' lounge and we tried to piece together what was happening. All I could think was that I couldn't get home to my husband and son. Oh, and how angry I was with the administration for keeping us in the dark (they later issued an apology :glare: ).
My DH and I made lots of decisions that evening. Within the next year we had purchased our first home, I quit my job to become a stay-at-home Mom, and we started homeschooling. It took a national tragedy, but it solidified in our mind how we wanted our family to live.