I was at home instead of on the NYC subway as I should have been because I overslept. I was running around getting dressed and ready to run to work when I heard the news of the first plane--which was reported originally as a small private plane--and wondered how someone could be such an idiot that they'd bang into the WTC. Then I heard about the second plane and of course then we knew it wasn't an "accident." I stopped getting ready to leave my apartment, spent hours on the phone (when I could get through) reassuring friends and family that I was home and ok, and talking with people at my office who had already made it in. I also ran out and got bottled water, candles, and batteries (we had NO idea what might come next) and went to the hospital to donate blood since at that time they were still expecting masses of injured people. There were hundreds of people ganged around the hospital to give blood -- so many that they told us to go home and come back several hours later because the hospital physically couldn't accommodate all the volunteers. That became unnecessary when it turned out so many people had died and there were relatively few injured people. My ex-H (then fiance) was in Dallas and the time and couldn't fly back home for several more days. That day and the following few are still so surreal to me. I wasn't even at the WTC and it's a day I'll never forget. I can't imagine what it was like to actually be there and survive.
I was a senior in college. I had an internship where I worked on the computer from my apartment for 15 - 20 hours a week, and I had a phone meeting for that job early that morning, so I had the tv on mute in the background, when the news cut in. We ended the call and I cut class all day to sit and watch.
Bec, that's a heckuva story. I was a sophomore in college in Pittsburgh and on the shuttle to class. The driver had the news on and all I could think was "is this like war of the worlds? This can't be real" I got to class and shortly after the Chancellor came on over the intercom and told everyone to get out of the building and go home. The fourth plane was still in the air and they weren't sure where it was heading. It was all kind of surreal.
It was my junior year of college, and I was on my way to my religious philosophies class. As I walked through the common area there were at least 50 ppl crowded around the TV, and someone said a plane had hit the first tower. As I was about to leave, the second plane hit. I remember the shock of watching it happen from so far away. I walked to my class in a kind of haze, and when I got there my professor was sitting at her desk, and she just looked up and said, "I'm cancelling class. Go back, watch the news, and remember this day."
I was in 10th grade. I was on Yearbook Staff and it was picture day, so I was in the library helping everything get set up. I remember everything about that day.
I may be a bit late to this... It happened on the 12th here because of the time difference. I was on school camp. We got woken up at the usual time and taken into the breakfast room. We were told what had happened and watched the news. There were kids crying. We were 12 and we wanted our mummys and we didn't care who knew. We were so far away from it but it did hit close to home, I believe one person from our class lost a cousin.
I was in my senior year of high school and didn't find out until around 4pm that night. When our principal heard the news he ordered all tv's unplugged and didn't allow parents to call into the school because "he didn't want to panic students". I knew nothing until I got to work and saw the news on the tv. It amazed me how many kids in the hallway were saying "Wait, what was 9-11 again?" or "Why is this a special day?"It reminded me of college when one history professor started screaming at us because we didn't remember events that happened in the early 80's.
I was either in 9th or 10th grade choir, we didn't have TV's with cable in my high school so they made an announcement over the intercoms, but class proceeded normally. I suppose they assumed since we were so far away there was no reason to stop everything. I hate that I missed so much of the coverage that day.
I woke up to my alarm at 645am in Seattle. I went out to the kitchen to see what the radio station was reporting about. I watched until I had to get ready for school, which didn't start until 845. I watched both towers fall and couldn't believe what was happening before my eyes. I was a freshman in highschool.
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