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Where were you September 11, 2001?
So, I was at Starbucks this morning and the people behind me were discussing 9/11. All I caught was the tail end of the lady saying all the teachers (I'm assuming she was a teacher) got called out and were told about what happened. She said she could barely keep herself together.I know I'm a few days early, but where were you? Ps. Hey everyone 
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Re: Where were you September 11, 2001?
I was in 11th grade. When I went downstairs that morning my dad was watching the news and I remember seeing the 1st tower had been hit but at that point everyone seemed to think it was a bomb, or an accident.
When I got to school the tv was on. We stayed and watched the tv, and when the first tower fell, our teacher lost it. She told us to all go home, be with our families and to always remember this, because it will never be forgotten.
I remember driving home really scared and sad. When I got home my dad told me my mom's office had been sent home. That was one of the very few days I ever saw my parents cry.
I was a Freshman in HS and was in the library for study hall. The Library lady asked us if anyone minded if she turned on the radio because there had been a bad accident in NYC and they wanted to listen to the news.
Gym class was spent watching the coverage while the P.E. teacher/Athletic Director continued to tell us "This will probably be the most historic thing you will ever witness in your lives. You need to pay attention to this."
I feel old in this thread. I was a freshman in college, and was just running back to my dorm to change between my history class and dance class. My roommate had the TV on and by that point both towers had been hit, but classes hadn't been cancelled. I went to my dance class in shock, and one of the TA's came in and said the Pentagon had been hit. So our teacher talked for a bit about tragedies and sent us back to our dorm.
At one point there was "rumor" going around our dorm that there was a plane headed toward my hometown, because the college there was evacuated and there is a huge power plant there. So I freaked, and couldn't get through to my parents on the phone. A guy down the hall was from NYC and his brother was on his first week of the job with NYFD, and nobody had heard from him yet. He and I sat in my dorm room and just sobbed together for what seemed like ever.
I didn't have a car to go home til the second semester, but luckily an aunt lived like half an hour away from my school and came and picked me up so I could go to her house, since we were both away from the rest of our family. We got a giant vat of hummus, bottles of wine, and just stared at news coverage all night.
I was afraid to take the Metro home to Northern Virginia. Fortunately, I got a ride home from a co-worker, even though there were no problems with the Metro system. The thought of being trapped, underground, made normally non-claustrophobic me very uncomfortable.
I can't believe that it has been ten years.
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I know even I was young, but 5th grade!? haha that will really make a girl feel old
I was in 11th grade and in English class. We starting watching after the 1st plane but before the 2nd. We all thought it was just a freak accident and then the 2nd plane hit. My heart just broke for the people in those planes and stuck in the towers. It really felt like the world was ending, just chaos.
Oh goodness, that is hard to imagine isn't it? But I guess it has been 10 years...which I still can't believe.
I was in 10th grade in Spanish class. About halfway through class our teacher got a phone call and then was just really quiet and not acting herself. We all thought it was something personal so no one really said anything. Then after Spanish in the hall one of my best friend's told me a plane hit the WTC and that she was really worried about her sister who worked nearby the towers. When she told me this I was picturing a small plane..one of those ones where 3 or 4 people can fit.
Our teachers were told not to discuss what was happening, no tv's were allowed on, and only one teacher had the radio on..but I didn't have her that day..and kids were just saying all these crazy things..planes crashing in Los Angeles, 10 hijacked planes, etc. A lot if misinformation in all the craziness. I am furious to this day with my high school for making that decision not to inform us. Because when I got home from school that day and turned on the tv it was so much more than my 15-year-old brain could wrap around. It was terrifying.
I will never forget my 9-year-old sister coming home from school that day and asking us "What movie are you guys watching?"
6th grade at lunch. This chick I really didn't like came over and told us the WTC had been bombed and I dismissed it.
After lunch we went to history, teacher told us what was happening and turned on the news. My parents came and picked my brother and I up early because my dad (who is in the reserves) was being activated to go help the relief efforts.
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It was my first week of college (or second?). The evening before we had just found out which sororities we were all asked to join (!). I was sitting in an 8 am (central time) math class and some guy made a comment about a plane accidentally hitting the twin towers.
We all brushed it off, carried on with class and when my roomate and I got back to our dorm it was mass chaos. I remember we watched the footage unfold and just hugged each other sobbing. We couldn't call our parents b/c the cell phone towers were bogged down. They were mobilizing all the rotc students (or so we all thought at that point). I paid $8/gallon for gas and waited 4 hours in a line to get it. There was so much uncertainty that day. The whole world was turned upside down. It was terrifying.
I was in 11th grade. I saw the news coverage before I left for school thinking that it was some tragic fluke. But quickly learned otherwise when the second plane hit and the towers colapsing on the radio while I was driving. When I finally got to school (I took college classes near Fort Carson) the lines to get into base were miles long. I then knew that there was something very serious going on.
Someone mentioned that NORAD was a target and they were trying to prepare for an attack. It was crazy.
We didn't do any school work that day. Just watched TV. Everyone was absolutely silent.
Getting ready to go to work and realized that our paychecks are sent from the main headquarters in Hartford so I was not going to get paid until the mail was back up and running. I know, I'm a jerk. Then I watched the news and called my sister who is listed as a hazmat first responder with her company to see if she was called out yet.
And - I feel really old.
Where did you all go to school that you had TVs in class?
I was in history class. My teacher told us to read from the text book and then darted into and out of the room constantly over the next 40 minutes or so. Then she sat down and told us what happened. I left after that class because my mom was out inspecting hospitals in lower Manhattan and I couldn't get a hold of her. My aunt was in the south tower and has lasting disabilities from that day.
We had tv's in every classroom (and on a recent visit back to my HS they now have flat-screen tv's installed on the wall of every room..) and if ever there was a time to use those it should have been 9/11. My hometown is a bunch of wealthy arrogant and ignorant asshats.
Growing up we had TV's in Every class, but then again from kindergarten to senior year I was at schools who were all about the "arts" so we had Video production and we did the morning announcements every day.
I was in Mrs. Jackson's Science class in 8th grade, the announcement said to turn it on, so she did, just after the first plane had hit. I remember this kid Mark laughing, and I turned around and yelled at him and said "Stop laughing, this isnt funny, people could be dying"... little did I know
Then another announcement came over telling the teachers to turn it off which she did till we pleaded with her to turn it back on.
One of my favorite teachers, she actually just lost her battle with breast cancer a few months back!
I was 12....
I was getting ready for school when my Step Dad called my mom and I out into the living room and said a plane had crashed into one of the towers, and just a minute after we started watching the Television the second plane hit.
I remember my mom whispering "That was no accident."
It was like the air had been sucked from the room.
Seriously.
I'm feeling ancient. Seriously. Just two other people were out of college
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I was 24 and was working at my first job post college on the South Shore of Boston. Someone had heard about the first plane hitting, so we rigged up a TV (no cable there) and saw a snowy image of the second plane hitting on live TV. We saw the rest unfold as it happened as well.
Given that I was in Boston, getting ahold of my parents was almost impossible. Every phone line was tied up. 9/11 is my fathers birthday and it took me until 1am on the 12th to get through to wish him as happy a birthday as he could have that year.
I had a date planned for that night and we went through with it. By the time we had to decide to go or not, there were rumors of it being terrorists and we both agreed that not going about our lives was letting them win. We went out to a great Italian place on the North End of Boston. Saw so many images I'll never forget. On a Tuesday night, the North End would normally be bustling. It was a ghost town. The South Station Tunnel, that was the first night there was a cop car in there with its lights on. The state police barracks near the JFK library (where my then bf lived, this was long before DH)...they were barracaded in.
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