Just a moment's quiet reflection and remembrance with now more or less being 3 years since the terrorist attacks in NYC...

I remember walking home from school that afternoon, all the attacks and disasters already having taken place without me even knowing it. The first signs of trouble were people passing my colleagues in the street on our way home, asking if they'd heard the news, and when I got home and popped the TV on...

At school, in Homeroom.

Woke up, just as always, walked out into the kitchen and saw my mom staring at the T.V. She told me, and so forth.

I do remember that my dad had to go into work even though it was his day off, because he works at the Sacramento Bee (Local Newspaper).

In a train somewhere in Czech Republic

I was in geometry class. There were a bunch of stupid kids making jokes and thought it was funny.

I got home from school around 15:00 (GMT) and turned on the TV.. I turned it on and saw that it was the news instead of the usual daytime TV rubbish and soon realised it was something big.

I heard it like, at recess. (This was grade 6) Rumors spread, ranging from the truth, to the fact that instead of planes, they were bombs, and that Dubya died :S

im fine with the remembrance, and i demand respect about the topic. but i dont understand why people feel the need to ask that one question over and over again. not tryin to snap or single you out geeforce, im just tired of it really. its like remembrance day/veterans day, the day should be spent remembering those who were lost, thinking about them, paying our respects and remembering the loss, and/or the heroism. what i perticularly was doing is totally irrelavent.

I was at home, got phoned by a friend who said "whoa... switch on yee old box" or something similar to that. Then i watched it on TV where they were sickeningly replaying it in slow motion ten times in a row.

I went in to my mom's room to watch CNN for a few minutes in the morning like I always did before school, and it was right after the first plane hit. They were speculating that it was an accident and all that shiz..

Then..

I saw the second plane hit. Live.

It was obviously live because the plan was half-cut off on the bottom of the screen. I couldn't even believe me eyes. It was unreal. The reporters were even still talking, not realizing what had happened. It was then apparent we were under attack and I was chilled to the bone.

i had just walked into geometry class, what a sad day....:(

I remember when they played a home video clip on CBS of the second plane hitting and the guy behind the camera screamed "HOLY ****ING JESUS!!!" And Dan Rather just said something like "Um... we apoliogize for the language but this is a very distressing situation"

I found that kind of funny, but it was hard to laugh that day at all

Yeah I can remember absolutely bollocking a group of younger students the next morning (bearing in mind it wasn't my place to) for cracking jokes about all the poor sods who opted to jump out. Sick.

Got home from school, turned on tv, wondered what the hell was going on and went to ask my sister what had happened... i hadnt even heard of the world trade centre before

School -> Physics.

12 grade health class

I was eating breakfast and my dad called because he heard that there was some plane crash, so i turned on the TV. I was in 7th grade.

In school. Since I'm home schooled I got to watch the TV for a while and look at all the footage. Nothing beats watching history as it happends.

Tying my shoes, getting ready for school and watching TechTV to find out they weren't broadcasting tech-related news, my eyes were glued to the TV throughout the day at both home and at school.

I was watching it all live on the Fox News Channel, while getting ready for work. I was deeply disturbed, and it took everything I had to keep from crying. After about 5 minutes I became enraged, and felt like running out to join the Marines (a few friends of mine had joined a few months earlier). I then sucked it up and went to work.

I was lying in bed around 6 in the morning, kind of in that halfway-asleep phase. The DJ on the canadian radio station I was listening to mentioned a plane had hit the World Trade Center. It was brief and didn't sound too shocking (maybe that was because I was so groggy), so I just assumed a Cessna or other small aircraft had got lost in the fog and hit the tower.

When I had finally taken a shower and went into the living room to turn the TV on, I saw the black smoke pouring out of one of the towers. I also caught the second crash/explosion live. The news footage then began to switch between the towers and the pentagon, which also was hit, and they began talking about how there was rumors of black smoke coming from the White House.

My mom didn't want me to go to school that day (I was a junior in HS), but I left the house right as the first tower collapsed. When I got to the bus stop, I was met by another girl who insisted that her 'psychic intuition' told her that Russia was behind the attacks...

Was in the middle of english class, when my teacher's cell phone rang, and his friend told him about the attack, and he was like "whoa". So he told the class, and we were like "whoa".

And then we did grammar... it was horrible.

Heh.. in my school, all my teachers just let us watch tv the whole day(it has tv's in every room).. except for my mean old math teacher, Mr. Bartlett. :p

Every single TV in every single classroom at my high school was on and tuned into various news stations for the entire day. Needless to say, we didn't do a whole lot of work that day.

Walked into my 6th grade English class, saw all the students gathered around the TV....all I could say was "JESUS CRAPPIN CHRIST!!!"

I'd post what I thought / said / did, but I'd get flamed and banned.

Needless to say I got bored after the fifteenth replay.

Well, I knew something happened at around 9:30ish I think in my 8th grade Science class, but they wouldn't tell us what happened. The principle walked in, and said to a girl, "Your father is ok, alright? Don't worry."

So we knew something happened.. but they wouldn't tell us what.

That strategy broke down quickly when the computer teacher opened IE, saw the headlines, then started spreading the word to other teachers.

By about 10:15 or 10:30, the whole school knew, and classes were effectively over. Parents were picking up their kids, and no one was teaching.

Except my spanish teacher... She was being kind of dumb.
dud: "Hey, can use your computer to email my dad? I have family in New York..."
Teacher: "Maybe.. I don't know. I have some word processing to do."
dud: ".... *slap*"

I thought it was a trailer for some action movie when I saw the buildings fall the first time.

I was in Homeroom.

it happened about 3 minutes after first period, so i'd say sometime in Spainish/French class

On my way to P.E. (3rd period)

I heard a bit from a tv in the Health/Driver's Ed classroom that was along the way.

I was at home on the computer, I think surfing Massassi. My sister called from college after the first plane hit and my aunt switched it on. As we were watching, the second one hit.

That was my first hour off hour. I was just roaming the halls chillin.

I was playing a demo of Operation Flashpoint. If I recall correctly, the soldiers was crawling on the ground with various other soldiers to take over the village, when I suddenly hear my brother mention something about a plane crashing into the Twin Towers. Having visited New York three weeks before that, it was quite shocking to see the rampage. A few minutes later, I saw the awful shot of the firstd tower crashing down. I can still see the news reporters being choked up and unable to say a word for a few minutes(about which they did a little report later).

I had been in New York on vacation three weeks ago before 9/11, and exactly three weeks before the attack, I sailed past the twin towers on a tourboat. I can still remember talking with my brother about how we would be visiting that place the next time that we'll be in New York...

I was still in bed when I heard the news of the attacks. My father, an irrational idiot that he is, started shouting "Nuke Palestine! Kill those f**king arabs!" at the TV. I was thinking, "WTF is that racist b*stard yelling at?", and went to the TV to see the result of the first plane. It was quite a shock to see.

I was in bed, and my dad came and woke me up.

lol savagex, sounds like your dad and mine have a lot in common!

at the hospital getting something checked with my teeth or something, the news was on every single station, i remember channel surfing and seeing the same footage everywhere.

I was getting out of my 8:00 am philosophy class and going to the student bookstore to buy a Mountain Dew.