I was sitting in class (7th grade) writing down the daily journal thing (I think the subject was how technology advanced), when the phone rang and the teach picked it up. Then she said things like "Your kidding... Oh no..." Some people wondered, but we didn't see it as anything really important. Then about half of the school was getting called to be picked up. By then, we were all confused. None of the teachers would tell us anything.
When I got on my bus, the driver had the radio turned off. None of the other kids knew what was going on either, and when we asked the bus driver, she said she "wasn't allowed to have the radio on now." So by now, we're all wondering if WWIII started or something.
When I got home, my mum had the news (which wasn't hard to find) on. She asked me if I knew what was going on, and she finally explained what happened.
I was a sophomore in High School. I had keyboarding class at the time, third period. At around 9:14, or somewhen like that, the Dean walked in and told the teacher that a plane had just crashed into one of the trade buildings. Several of the students made jokes; some laughed, some were worried, ... ... Then fifteen to thirty minutes later, the same guy came into tell us a second place crashed into the trade centers. Nobody could concentrate for the rest of the day. You couldn't go anywhere without hearing one of three words: "Trade" "Center" or "plane."
I guess I missed the point of this thread before. Anyway:
I was sleeping, and my dad was downstairs (I was in 7th grade). I heard my dad yelling to my mom what happened, and I was telling them to shutup because I was sleeping. I then went downstairs and saw what happened. Obviously, being only in 7th grade, I did not grasp the full emotion of what happened. I got to school and everyone was acting crazy. There were a ton of rumors going around, a lot of questions, and no work got done that day. My dad had the day off (he works for the state), so he picked me up early. The things they had planned for after school were cancelled, and I got to hear about it non-stop on the news. At that age I did not care about those people, and was just waiting for my cartoons to come back on the air. (What a selfish bitch I was)
Obviously it isn't good, well except for the people who caused it, but I don't like it on 3 dozen channels at once.
i was sick in bed and i had fever. my mother came to tell me and it took me time to grasp what she was saying and what i was seeing. i thought the fever made me delirious.