It’s 9/11. It was, and will always be, a surreal experience for me. However, the aftermath for our country was one of understanding and care and value of others. Race, wealth, vocation didn’t seem to matter in the dialogs after 9/11.
That written–
Four weeks ago, I sent out an email, concerned about personal issues that seemed to go against me, that I was the only one in my department that had to “take one for the team,” and worried that my voice at school was meaningless. Five days ago, after receiving no response, I quickly echoed similar opinions. Last night, the person I emailed answered back, assuring me that my opinion and experience are valued, and sorry that my requests for schedule equity could not be fulfilled.
I am without comment, but this is fact.