10 years later.
 

So, to day is the 10th anniversary of 9/11/2001. Almost exactly to the hour as I write this. It was a Tuesday and it was a relatively nondescript day until everything happened.

It's one of those days that if you were old enough to know what was happening....you know exactly where you were and what you were doing.

I was getting ready for the day. Watching Good Morning America of all things. It's tape delayed in the Central time zones, but suddenly they were live. As I turned around to look at the TV, I saw the second plane hit.

The worst part of that day for me was when it was announced that one of the planes was a United flight from Boston to San Francisco.....a flight my Aunt, who is a flight attendant, regularly works. Thank God she wasn't on it that day.

What were you doing/feeling on this day 10 years ago?

I was at work. My then-supervisor was in New York City on vacation at the time. (He came back OK.)

In class at the university...

I was in high school chemistry. I remember being confused. Nothing like that had ever happened before. We watched the news literally all day in every class.

I was in my senior year of high school, in first period English when it happened.

Like most people, when I saw the Towers smoke, I thought it was just a preview for another action movie at first. But, when I realized the somberness and the fact it was on every channel, that's when I knew it was real.

I spent the rest of the day paranoid and wondering what was gonna happen next. I felt the world was coming to an end.

I had just walked into my second period Econ class at school. I was a senior in high school and had no idea what was going on. We watched the news throughout the day and had no classes. I remember there was a girl who wasn't in my grade who was complainng about watching the news. She stated, "Why should I have to watch this crap? It doesn't affect me!" I didn't say anything out loud, but in my head I said, "Yeah, it does affect you whether you know it or not, honey."

It was just a sad day.

Back when it happened it didn't affect me emotionally. At all. I was a real jackass when I was 18 but I think it was also just too surreal for me to grasp.

It was very surreal. I accomplished nothing that day becuause I was glued to the TV. But it also affected me pretty deeply. I had nightmares for weeks about these people I had never met. People who just went to work....or got on an airplane to go on vacation.....just regular people....just like I was.

I cried that day at about 6-7pm my time having watched the horrible stuff all day....but at that moment they were showing congressmen and senators singing "God Bless America" and "America the Beautiful". I totally lost it. I mean full on curled in the fetal position crying.

I had never been to any of those cities....but it could have been right out my back door the way I felt that day.

As was my usual in High School, I skipped the first two periods and my lunch break to sleep in. I got up and dragged myself into class, thinking the entire time that school seemed really empty and quiet. When I walked in to drama there was about 4 people, including the teacher and a friend of mine I knew had just woken up and came to school the same as I did.

We heard a lot of crazy sh*t at that point, something about helicopters attacking the White House and the Pentagon being blown up. I was still half asleep so I had no idea WTF was going on. The teacher told us we could stay, but that it wasn't mandatory and if we needed to speak to the counselor about how we were feeling we were free to go.

So, naturally, completely still entirely unaware of the situation we went back to my place to play some video games. That's when my Dad told us what had happened and we spent the rest of the day sitting in the basement watching CNN.

Like Barkworm, I had zero emotional response to the entire thing. For one, it didn't feel real...at all and it actually still kinda feels that way to me. For another, I was a teenager who really didn't give a sh*t about anything and being Canadian, I was completely detached from the American tragedy side of the whole thing.

I was a senior in high school, too. Just got to school, walked into my Spanish class and the TV was tuned to the news. It was all so strange, I didn't think it was real. As others have said, all day we watched the reports. As a military kid, I was kinda worried what this attack would mean for my Dad, if he'd have to go back over there (Dad served in some capacity during the Gulf War.) It's kinda selfish, but that's where my mind was at

It was definitely the strangest, bizarre day in my life up to that point. I was in my high school US History class when the principal spoke of the awful news, and I spent the rest of the day in disbelief, and it felt like time stopped for the rest of the day, and the next few as well as the aftermath seemed to drag on and on and on, wondering if the world is going to end as stock markets took a hit, a new war of Afghanistan began, and it felt like my childhood/early teen innocence ended for good that day, and that life will never be the same until my life ends in this world. But what I forget is that technology/style was different. The earliest post on the current forum archives here came just a couple months after the attacks, cellphones were around, but not quite universal and many still used payphones/landlines, many still had just dial-up Internet, there was no such thing as "social media" online, and the memories of the '90s economic expansion were still fresh. It all seemed to end. However, I feel these attacks have made me become a wiser person; it's important once in a while to pray/chill out and think and imagine how to help and do good for others. Remember, even though fiction exists, nonfiction came first and some of those elements create the fiction, and on some special occassions, that fiction becomes real. We must always live knowing that Earth is a finite place and the everlasting world is elsewhere, and must be loving and courteous to each other.

I remember being let out of show early and hearing my friend's dad freaking out on the ride home "WE'RE NOT SAFE IN OUR OWN HOMES ANYMORE!!!" That was pretty funny.

Brushed it off. Watched the news for about 15 minutes. Got bored and then watched like 3 episodes of Lizzie McGuire.

Never forget.

I was in 9th grade. Got picked up from school. I had no idea what the Twin Towers were, and I didn't understand the weight of what was going on around me. I was oblivious and naive - but maybe that was a good thing at the time. This sounds redundant, but surely nobody that lives in the US will ever forget this horrible tragedy.

I was sitting in first period U.S. History class my 8th grade year. I think someone came into the class room and told the class the WTC buildings had been bombed and the guy sitting next to me and I both said out loud "Again?!?". 2nd period Algebra teacher made us go about business as usual but in every other class the rest of the day we sat and watched the news in disbelief. In 3rd period the towers started falling and it was so surreal.

My mom picked me up at the end of the day. Her and my dad both worked nights and had been asleep, but we watched coverage of it for the rest of the night. It's still hard to wrap my head around something that disastrous.

I had just come back from Composition Class, when my British roommate said that something had hit the towers. I went out to one of the lounges and ended up watching the news with the janitor. My niece was supposed to be in NYC that day. I called my mom, freaked out that she might be in that rubble, but Mom told me that they had pushed the trip back to Sept 12th...

We do something every year to remember, even if it's just watching the specials, lighting candles or something...

I was still online from the night before. I had a major migraine and just wasn't able to sleep. A friend of mine in NY popped up on ICQ freaking out and exclaiming that a plane had hit one of the towers. I turned on the news in time to see the 2nd plane hit. There was so much confusion watching the news that day. I think I ended up getting a couple hours sleep but that's it.

A couple days later I found out a friend of mine from England was on Flight 93 (the one that crashed in Pennsylvania). :cry:

My condolences.

Wow. My condolences to you, RG. That had to be hard to hear.

At least you can take solace in the fact that this was the flight that heroicly didn't connect with the terrorists' intended target.

my condolences :cry: