It’s amazing what sort of minor details you remember in a situation like that…
I was sitting in Math class when the phone rang. My teacher had a bad habit of being so engrossed in what she was doing that if there was a sudden noise, like a ringing phone or a door slamming, she’d nearly jump out of her shoes. She didn’t that time, and there was a lot of ribbing congratulations from the students. She answered the phone and said “Oh my god!” and then walked quickly out the door.
We didn’t know what to think of it, maybe something had happened elsewhere in the school, or there was some family emergency. Eventually curiosity got the better of some of us and we filtered into the next room where a cluster of students and teachers were gathered around a finicky, staticky old analog TV set…The only one they could dredge up on short notice. The budget at this particular school at that time wasn’t that great. One of the world trade center towers was burning. To get a better signal, some of us took turns standing behind it with a clothes hanger. I remember thinking, at first, that it was some kind of freak accident. I kept recalling the bomber that had run into the Empire State Building back in the 1940’s.
Then the second plane hit.
The rest of the day was spent in a gaggle of other students and teachers just watching the news.
Though the first real sense that ‘the times, they are a’changing’ happened about a week later. I lived, and still currently do, in Richmond, VA. And we’d often go up around DC to sightsee or to do some shopping. It was on one of these little excursions that we had a flight of F-16s buzz over our heads at low altitude when we were walking in a parking lot, in an obvious CAP pattern.