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I was in high school on 9/11/2001. I remember another teacher ran into my classroom and told my teacher to turn the news on just as first period was ending. The tv was already on in my 2nd period class. I watched both towers fall on live tv. It was... an experience, that's for sure.
Side note, my physics teacher was in the Navy Reserves and was called into active duty. My physics class was "taught" with varying degrees of success by substitutes for the rest of the semester. That was an interesting class, and for the wrong reasons.
This feels like "tell me how old you are while telling me how old you are"
I was hungover, laying on my office floor praying to just die. Strange enough, our work orders from the ISP weren't ready, rare event. So everyone was watching TV as it went down. Still remember the mood instantly shifting from, "What a tragedy.", to, "Holy shit!! We're under attack!"