On September 11th 2001?

I was 9...and all i remember is that day all the teachers being freaked out and really getting nothing done that day. i also remember going to school when my mom shouted "[name]/Get the hell in here!"
and then they both watched. I had no clue what was going on.

So where were you?

no one cares. please leave.

Didn't we have one of these last month?

Yeah, like around 9/11

I turned on CNN (like I did every morning my junior year of HS) and saw the first tower with smoke pouring out of it. At that time they had thought a small plane had an accident. Then, I saw the second tower get hit... live. You could tell it was live because the airliner was half cut-off at the bottom of the screen. You could see the explosion and everything. I'll never forget that moment.

None of our teachers tried to teach anything. The shop room is the only room in the school without a TV already in it, so my shop teacher litterally drove home, got his home TV, and put it up in the shop room. He said "You need to see this, and you need to know what is going on."

Our English teacher immediatly braught up the taliban and alqueda. He even said, and I quote "This is going to be very bad for the middle east. America is going to start pointing fingers, and if the wrong person points the right fingers, the middle east could be history."

I had just watched some random episode of German dubbed Dragonball (not Z) when my father told me to switch to BBC World where was live footage. I'm not actually sure if I saw the second plane anymore, but I still remember my father yelling something like "WTF ANOTHER ONE". It was kinda intense to watch them crumble down too.

Freaky times.

I was in English class. While we all worked on our own, the teacher checked her email. She got one from her mother telling her to turn on the tv, so she did. The second plane had just hit, but neither tower had fallen yet. No one tried to teach anything the rest of the day.

My father was in Chicago on business at the time; a few days later he managed to catch a ride home in a rental car that was being moved back here, arranged through the son of a family friend who works at the rental company.

I was in lapland with my friends, backbagging. we were on a 2 week trip, and i remember someone calling home and hearing the news, then he told the rest of us and we were certain he was just joking. since there was no signal on our cell phones we couldn't call home for a week. when we got back we were like "omfg. it's true."

I was in study hall senior year..

I was dozing in my bed when the radio announced, between songs, that a plane hat hit one of the towers. I figured it was only a Cessna. After I got up we turned on the TV shortly before the 2nd plane hit, which was followed by reports of smoke at the pentagon and white house. My mom didn't want my siblings and I to go to school that day, but I did anyways....which was pointless, as every one of my classes (I was a junior) sat in near silence watching the news.

I was just out, hanging out my flag and saying the pledge of alliegance like I do every morning

....Every...Single...Morning?
You sir, are more patrotic then me and my whole damn province put together.

I was doing what Thrawn[numbarz] was doing, except with a bigger flag. Oh, I was also reading the Bible at the time.

Same as Dort & Thrawn. But I was also giving an anti-drugs speech to some little, little kids, curing cancer, and mowing the lawn at the same time.

Ach, mein schönes Sarcasm Meter!

I was underway to rehearse with my band...

I was queueing up with two of my bandmates for the automatic teller machine at the central station in Rotterdam as I overheard some people behind me talking about airplanes hitting the world trade center and another the pentagon. It's surprising that it even caught my attention. Anyway, I didn't take it seriously, and automatically assumed they were talking about some kind of movie. This must have been around 4 PM for me, because I live in the Netherlands, so the time difference from the US east coast is seven hours.

I took the train, still not knowing what was going on, and arrived at our rehearsal space. Our drummer was supposed to be there already, because he works at the place, but he wasn't there. I found one of his colleagues, and he was like:

"What are you guys doing here? I'm just closing up! Didn't you hear what happened?! " He told us that our friend had gone home, assuming that we wouldn't be coming for rehearsing today, after what had happened. We still had no clue, so he explained about the attacks, and turned on CNN, which was showing the smoking towers. Then it downed on me what these people behind me had been talking about.

I remember seeing both of the towers collapse live on television, although I can't remember where I was when I saw it. Could have been at my drummer's place, which is where we went after leaving the rehearsal space... but it could also have been when I was home, later that evening... I just can't remember.

After they were hit, how long did the towers stand before they finally collapsed? I remember it was quite some time, like several hours or so... does anyone know?

Odd. I was in 7th grade at the time, and nobody bothered filling in any of the students. I had no idea anything had happened until my third period English teacher casually informed us that the second tower had collapsed, to which my class responded "what tower?"

It was a lifechanging moment for me, to be sure.

I was at school. I came home about 2 o'clock because my afternoon was just free periods. I got in about an hour after the plane had hit the first tower. I turned on the TV and saw what had happened

I was in bed, just waking up to get ready to go to school. My dad had the news on upstairs and I heard them talking about terrorist attacks and so on. Turned on the TV in my room and watched the news the rest of the day.

We watched a little of the news in first period, and then school continued as usual for the rest of the day.

I was at home watching the news.

I was in US Gov class my freshman year of high school - we had a sub and someone runs into the room and turns on turns on the tv. And then lunch was a zoo, since a lot of people in my area had parents who worked at the pentagon.

Well, I was about 12 and was home and watched it on the TV (I was home schooled because Tennessee schools were pretty bad where we lived.)

I live in Utah right now, and I was talking to a teacher of mine I had in Jr. High, and he said he could not believe what happened in school that day. He told me he was teaching as usual and when it happened he turned on the TV for his class. Then the principle came in and told him to shut it off immediately by the school district’s order because they said it was corrupting the kid’s minds. The Alpine School District for those curious to know. Right here in “conservative” Utah.

This last September 11th, the 5th anniversary, let me tell you what happened. I went to all 4 classes of mine, Chemistry, PE, English, and Us History. Not a single word was said by the school. Not a single word was said on announcements. Not a single word was said by the teachers. We did not say the pledge of allegiance. It was if they tried to make it look like it never happened.

I can honestly say I hate this state sometimes.

wait, don't you say the pledge of alliegance every morning at school? I thought that was a practice in schools across America

Since I have been in High School I have not said the pledge of alliegance once in school. There is a big argument over it because it says "God" in it.

yeah I know, I remember the argument too, but we said it anyway. That's so weird.

I was in my Astronomy & Meteorology class when the principal came over the PA system and said, "We've just been informed that one of the Twin Towers has been hit by a plane. We will announce news udpate as we receive them."

When we heard "plane", we instantly though of some single-prop two-seater plane. Unfortunate, but nothing to get upset over. Then, someone hopped onto the classroom computer and pulled up yahoo.com. That was when we discovered that they were, in fact, talking about a passanger liner.

Our school didn't freak out. People went to class, where they either had the radio on or a TV on, and we listened to the reports. No talking, no teaching - just sitting at our desks listening to the radio/TV. Then we all went home.

Not that long. All told, about an hour and a half, tops.

I was asleep, dreaming of an exploding city. I remember this detail because, according to clan folklore, Fey blood runs in our family, and my mom made a big deal out of it. When I woke up, my mom shouted that someone blew up the World Trade Center. I thought she was talking about the first attack, back in, what, '91? '93?
So, I go out, and see both towers smoking. The second one had been hit just before I woke up. I was shocked. We just sat there, watching the news for, like, a half hour. We were watching the Today Show where they were talking to the guy at the pentagon when it got hit in the middle of the call. It was terrible.
Just before I left to go to school, I saw the first tower go down.
I was on the bus to school. We were almost there. The radio had some people talking about likely suspects, the order of events, stuff like that, when they suddenly cut in on the broadcast to announce the second tower had collapsed.
At school, they were very edgy about it. Everyone was talking about it, nobody knew exactly what had happened or how it had all gone down.
In most of our classes, we either watched TV or we didn't discuss it AT ALL. NO SIR, NOTHING IS GOING ON.
I guess we had to keep routine. No panic, that sort of thing.

Cut to a few years later. No, no, one year later, I remember. It was the first anniversary, and they were having a memorial assembly. We were sitting there, and the class president was reading off the death toll per nationality. Hundreds of Canadians, Koreans, Mexicans, etc. People from France, Germany, Israel. At the end of the assembly, we went to our classes.
I'll always remember what happened next.
I and my friend went to the English class we had together, taught by Mr. Strine. Mr. Strine was, like, in his fifties, bald and greying, kinda looked like Terry Pratchett, for reference. He had always been a yeller in class, a very loud teacher, and had been strickened with Paralytic Laryngitis, or something like that. Karma, *****es.
Now, he uses a very loud microphone in class.
He also likes to play mindgames with students, such as putting a Sponge in the front row named "Waldo", who we all have to do better on our tests than. He also had two massive rocks on his file cabinet. When students acted up, he'd grab them both. Big honkin *****es. He'd drop one, THUD. Whole class room would shake. If the students kept up, he'd heave the other rock at them. Of course, it was just a piece of Styrofoam painted to look like a hunk of concrete, but when it's coming at you it looks real enough.
Now, I told you all that to tell you this. We go into the class, September 11th, 2002, and we take our places. There's a United States flag hanging over the whiteboard. When everyone gets there, he takes the flag own and under it is this massive number. 2973. And he begins to talk about the assembly, and how mad he had been, seething with rage, on the verge of jumping up and shouting, when he realized that of all the nations who had lost citizens, all the nations named in the assembly, the United States of America was not one of them. Pretty much the entire class was a lecture about it.

-Crazy days.

I was at work - I was doing an all day shift so didn't see any of it live. I had to wait until about 6pm when I got home to see all the footage (by which point my sister was moaning because she'd seen it all before. I told her to shut up and let me watch it).

I was getting ready to go to high school and asked my brother to turn the volume on his "movie" down. I don't believe it all really clicked until I got to class, and then I really didn't think anything much until a couple years down the road. I was one of *those* teenagers.

Freshmen year of high school. I went to class, oblivious of anything, and we had class, where I sort of found out what happened but didn't really understand that it was big stuff. The rest of the day was wandering from dorm room to dorm room watching people glued to their TV sets, where I slowly figured out that it was a big deal. I remember it taking entirely too long to call my mother to see if she was alright. (She was supposed to be around the area, I think. I don't quite remember now.)