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I was in 9th grade, getting ready for school. My girlfriend called me panicking saying the world was going to end. Not knowing what the hell was going on, I told her to calm down. Minutes later, my dad, a federal agent, called and told me what was happening. He told me to be careful and be safe. My mom was at LAX where she works for American Airlines as a gate agent.
 
Junior english class hitting on some chick next to me. Next thing I know, the teacher comes running into the classroom and turns the TV on just as the first plane smashes into the tower. I literally said HOLY FUCK really loud.

I was already enlisted into the Marine Corps at the time, so I had a good idea what I'd be doing in a couple years. Of course my recruiter called me later on to pump me up and shit. After I got home my mom knew what was going to happen in the near future and cried a lot.

edit: ya, that was a shitty day
 
10th grade, was in some computer class when a girl ran in and said the twin towers had fallen. Spent the rest of the day watching it on TV. A couple people in my class had family in Manhattan they were worried about.
 
Did I go to the only school where the teachers and shit didn't tell us anything? I mean I didn't know about it until I got home.
 
3rd grade, none of us knew the full story, I heard something about "firefighters dying", "a building fell down", and "a plane crashed." I eventually pieced it together before school let early and I watched the news the rest of the day.
 
Did I go to the only school where the teachers and shit didn't tell us anything? I mean I didn't know about it until I got home.

They didn't tell us shit either. I was in 6th grade at the time, and they didn't let us go outside for recess. Probably because they didn't want any of the kids wondering why there were no planes in the sky.
 
my school didn't say anything, i think maybe one teacher mentioned it and basically it was just the kids talking about it (we were all 5th graders) while it was ignored. not sure why, and i really didn't even understand/could comprehend exactly how huge the moment was when my dad got a call and turned on the tv to it during breakfast; i was just baffled but the implications really shot over my head.
 
I was in 7th grade english... another teacher came to talk to our teacher... she got really quiet and eventually went to the back of the classroom and turned the tv on. I remember seeing the smoking building... and not really thinking much about it at the time. (I mean, no one was saying anything to us and the tv was on the other end of the room) We just sat there until the bell rang. My next class was math, and our teacher there was also staring directly at the tv.

Around that point, (I'm guessing) the second plane hit the other tower, because mrs benson got up and turned the tv off very quickly and over the intercom came the announcement that school was letting out early and for everyone to report to the lunchroom to wait on the buses.

The lunch ladies passed out what little bit of muffins and cookies and whatever they had before we went home, I guess they had to feed us something... none of the teachers said anything... although some were crying... no student seemed to know what had happened, all the kids were just celebrating getting out early.
 
I was in 4rth or 5th grade. I was 10.
I went to a small lutheran school and I remember the teachers made everyone in 4th through 8th sit in the computer room because it was where the TV was.
I was near the end of the line and when I walked in I saw the towers were burning. I asked "what happened?" and every one went ssssssshhhhhhh and told me to shut up (90% of that school was made up of assholes). So I didn't really know what was happening until I got home.

I had already been exposed to plenty of violence (video games, movies, factory/power plant safety videos from my dads work, faces of death type stuff) so I wasn't exactly shocked or anything. At the time for me it was kind of an "Awesome schools out early and I get to go back to playing Rainbow six!" thing. Seeing Columbine on TV had more of an impact on me.
 
I was 15 and watched it on tv during school (pretty sure we had a full day of school still). I was very ignorant at the time, so the significance of it didn't really sink in.

I don't think i could really think about shit like that (or politics in general) in an adult way until i was like 22, lol
 
I was in 6th Grade, so I was 11 or 12 at the time. All I remember is seeing it on a television in the middle of class. I don't remember much, I've been blazing often lately and frying my brain cells. :V
 
I was in 9th grade, woke up and walked into the living room to see the second plane hit the tower. I was like WHOA WUT'S GOING ON. Then my parents told me what happened, and I didn't believe them. For some reason when I got to school, it was a HUGE matter. Our dean of students who had no family or friends in New York was literally choking in tears...