I was in my computer class. My teacher turned on the TV and I watched the news.
I was in my computer class. My teacher turned on the TV and I watched the news.
For me, it was history class. I went to an extremely small high school, so the principal gathered literally everyone into our one classroom to watch the tragedy unfold. Some people acted like they didn't care, while others burst into tears. It was a very strange, very painful day.
I was in 8th grade, and it was the first day I got to wear my cheerleading uniform to school because we had our first game. It happened before I had even left my house, but since my friend's mom who drives us to school doesn't listen to the radio, I didn't even hear about it until 2nd period. 1st period was History, I was in the library fucking around, oops I mean researching Abe Lincoln. 2nd period was Home Ec and we were making aprons. Mine's light yellow with a gold butterfly, and I still have it. The principal came on the PA to say "Despite the events in NYC and Washington please continue as normal, and do not turn on any TVs" The teacher said, I quote, "Some planes crashed into some buildings, get back to work." It wasn't until 3rd period I actually found out what happened, but the teacher refused to turn on the TV. Our football game was postponed until the next day, and I had to wear that stupid uniform again.
The only reason I remember this is because every year a "where were you" thread pops up somewhere. I'm ready to move on, but there will probably be "where were yous" thrown around until our generation dies.