I was sitting in my 8th grade English class working on a worksheet when the teacher gets a call at his desk and immediately turns on the news. This was just after the first plane hit. We continued to watch and stopped our work. When the bell rang we all changed class, the hallways were eerily silent. I went into art class to see the lights were off and the teacher fixated on the screen, we all silently sat down and watched. A few minutes later we all saw the second plane crash into the tower live, there was an echoing sound of gasps resonating through the halls. As we all sat there dumbfounded by the events portraying in front of our eyes the first tower fell, then the second. After this I remember some girls in the class chatting away in the back of the class about something from the previous weekend, even at fourteen I knew the severity of what was taking place and just wanted to stand up and tell the girls to shut-up and listen. The teacher soon told them to be quiet and then the only noise to be heard was the reporters on TV, they themselves struggling to find the words to describe what was unfolding. Soon after calls began coming over the intercom, students were being picked up by their parents in droves. I remember when I was picked up there was a line of cars coming in and out. No one knew if the attacks were over in those initial hours.
Its probably one of the clearest single memories I have of a days events.
he won lol