i was in the sixth grade at the time. it was weird because none of the teachers were allowed to tell anyone what was going on or even that anything was wrong...but all the kids could tell that something wasnt right. the teachers were all quiet and looked distressed, or wouldnt even talk in some teachers cases. i didnt find out till 5th hour when our principal came in to tell me. so i didnt even know about it until maybe 4...4.5 hours after it actually happened. didnt see any video feeds until i got home from school, and then thats all my family did that night.

 

I stayed home from work that day, I turned on the TV not paying attention to the channel it was on, at first I thought I was watching a bad movie, then I saw the "Live" at the bottom of the screen. I was sooo confused, then sad, and finally angry, very angry.

 

yea nail I was in 6th grade too. I was coming back from pe class walking down the hall being a little dumb 6th grader like I was. then the teachers came back and rushed everyone back to class and told everyone to go back to class. we basically run back to class sit down at our desks and they turn the tv's on. they then explained ( tried to atleast ) what happened. I did not understand what was going on. and I really didnt understand till this year.

 

I don't get the anger. Sad? Yeah. Anger? What's that gonna do for ya? Won't change anything.

 

^^ I think the anger comes from thinking how people can be so brutally determined to take innocent lives. To wipe one's existense from the face of the earth and from those who love them. When I think about the families and victims, there is sadness... when I think about the perpetrators and their malicious cause, I do have a sense of anger... not the kind of selfish anger I feel when someone talks about me, or when someone cuts me off in traffic... but a more justified anger, like an anger against evil itself...

 

I remember I just got out of a class and was walking down my dorm hallway and saw it on a kid down the hall's tv.. I was like "what was that?!" so I imediately went into my room and turned on CNN. I sat there dumbfounded for about an hour and realized I had another class I had to go to. I hesitated going, but decided I had to and went to class. I sat there trying to find a TV in the building before class started, and when the professor came into class I asked if she had heard, which at that time she hadn't. Unfortunately she kept us in class even though everyone wanted to go, mainly because 90% of the kids at my school are from NYC area. I remember sitting around with groups of people watching the tv the entire night, hoping that nothing else would happen and comforting people who's family members were in the area and couldn't get a hold of them to let them know they were alright.

Man, 5 years.. I still remember it like it was just the other day..

Never forget

 

I was in history class. Our school allowed the teachers to turn the tv on but mine wouldnt. this is a direct quote from him. I still remember it. "We are not going to waste our class time watching tv because this isnt important"

Blew my mind. Every single class after that we watched the tv.

 

I was a junior in high school, about 100 miles north of the city. When it happened they told us all that classes were canceled and we could stay and watch tv and whatever or go home if we wanted. I remember staying in the history room with a ton of people and watching everything happen. Almost no one went home.