I was in my mothers house and wasn't even watching tv, but it was on in the background. Took about a year but I eventually went to bootcamp.
I was at my neighbors house waiting for a ride to also nine grade we were running late, but all I remember doing that day in school was watching the news in every period. I didn’t really understand what was happening at the time.
I was in 5th grade. Some teachers were crying. They wouldn’t tell us what was happening, sent the whole school home early. When I got home my mom was freaking out, she said the commuter people for my Dad left without him so she had to pick him up. We were left at home, we were told not to watch tv. I think I found out a few days later.
My dad worked in Northern VA.
Basically the same story, except I was at work. It was early AM in California and heard about it on the radio on the way to work at o'dark-thirty there. I came in and the whole crew sat and watched all day in the conference room. And yes, I saw the second plane hit the tower.
11th grade 1st hour we always watched 9 min of that news show with dian sawyer with the towers in the backdrop
Taking state standardized exams; we postponed them
All I can say is I was very disappointed we didn't get to leave school that day.
I remember thinking "I wish they would just fall already so we can stop watching this" then they fell and I felt like shit for thinking that.
Glued to the TV at home with my siblings and mom. We didn't go to school that week.
In my rack asleep aboard USS Comstock in port at Darwin, Australia. So glad I didn't get shitfaced drunk that day.
I was putting on my shoes and getting ready for work. At the time, only the first plane had hit. I was actually sitting there laughing, and telling my GF at the time "Look at this idiot that flew into the building. How fucking stupid do you have to be?" I looked back at the TV at the exact moment the second plane flew into the shot and slammed into the building. I stopped laughing. At the time I was living on Long Island. I could see the smoke trails from my apartment. I was scared shitless.
As a funny side note: I worked for a jew. Everyone in the office DID come in, but left shortly after the PA plane went down. He docked every single workers pay for the day.
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