Today is the thirtieth anniversary of the loss of the Space Shuttle Challenger, STS-51-L, which carried the first teacher into space, Christa McAuliffe. I was beyond excited by this mission because I’d been a teacher, and it could have been I, a lifelong dream of mine. She carried all teachers, past, present, and future, with her, and we all lost a little bit of our hearts when, seventy-three seconds into the launch, the shuttle’s fuel tank exploded and the shuttle broke up.
I was home “sick” that day so I could watch the launch, but my then significant other had attended a briefing a few days before on the launch and the FAA’s role in it. He brought me a press packet on the launch. It’s still packed in a box somewhere in my attic. After the launch, I couldn’t look at it and see those smiling faces in publicity photos.
surly bonds, slipped
final frontier, pursued
touch the future, teach