Google Existed In 2011, You Know
I was born on the 11th of September, 2001. I’m English, so it’s never been a particularly evocative fact, and I’ve only ever met one person who was personally affected by the tragedy. When I was ten, I was in an afterschool club and overheard two teachers talking.
Teacher #1: “How long ago was 9/11 now?”
Teacher #2: “At least a decade, I think. I can’t remember exactly what year it was now.”
Teacher #1: “Surely not. I thought it was about five years.”
Me: “It was ten years ago — eleven in a few months.”
Teacher #1: *Scoffing* “How would you know? You’d barely remember.”
Me: “Because that’s my birthday, and I’m ten, so it has to be ten years.”
Teacher #1: “I really don’t think you’d know. It’s been five years.”
Me: “…but I’m not five.”
Teacher #1: “What’s that got to do with anything?”
Me: “…because 11th September 2001 is my birthday?”
Teacher #2: “…and it’s now April 2012?”
Teacher #1: “I think you’re both wrong. The maximum I would say is six.”
Teacher #2: “…Years aren’t subjective, [Teacher #1].”
Teacher #1: “How would she know what happened on her birthday?”
Teacher #2: “I assume because her parents mentioned it?”
Teacher #1: “Well, I think you’re wrong, and you shouldn’t lie for attention.”
With that, she flounced off. I looked at [Teacher #2], utterly baffled.
Teacher #2: “Don’t worry. I know you’re not making it up. Take this as proof that adults can be as wrong as anyone else.”
[Teacher #1] was nasty to me for the rest of the school year. I still can’t wrap my head around what her train of thought was.