I woke up to my alarm clock radio talking about terrorists in a general manner. I thought nothing of it, got dressed, and got on the train to go to school. The conductor said something on the loudspeaker about many buildings downtown being closed. Then I started to wonder what happened. I arrived in the loop and went to school. The security guard said I could come in but no teachers or staff were in. I don't remember if I was supposed to go to class or if I just wanted to use the computer lab. I left and got back on the train, and decided to stop in at work, which was a new & used clothing store on the second floor of a building in a hip area. The manager was at the top of the stairs, smoking. With both of us being what a high school counselor calls "antisocial" and having twisted humor, he pointed at me and declared, "You're in sooo much trouble when they find you!" I gave him a puzzled look. "Oh my god, you don't know what happened do you?" he said. I went in to the store, where everybody behind the counter was listening to news radio and I finally found out what happened.

I was a freshman in high school. At the time the attacks happened, I was working on some kind of art project.

I was in the sixth grade at the time. The first heard about it was from one of my sister's friends who we used to drive to school everyday. She told us about the disasters that occurred when the planes crashed into the world trade center. After I got to class, the 9/11 disasters was the first thing that got brought up and was talked about for the rest of the day. They turned on the news and provided coverage over what happened to the twin towers. It was indeed very tragic, and it sparked discussion throughout the whole day.

I was at C.W Post Long Island University during my brief, ill-fated sojourn into college life. I was attending a film class when word spread that one of the Twin Towers had collapsed. A few minutes later, the other had come down. Classes were cancelled for the day, and I was saddened and disturbed, saddened because I was away from my friends and family, disturbed because of the attacks themselves. I later went to a hospital along with a bunch of other students to donate blood. College life wasn't for me, so I dropped out about a month later. It disappointed a lot of people, but it was difficult, and I knew that if another 9/11-style attack were to happen, I wanted to be close to my loved ones.

It's another year later, and still the memories are fresh in my mind.

I was a freshman in high school too. I remember waking up for school and my mom telling me. I went to school and it was pretty much pandemonium the rest of the day. I remember one teacher crying hysterically and running down the hall. Turns out she used to work in that area.

All of my classes were just watching CNN regurgitate what happened over and over. It's weird to think one day that Sept 11th will become what Pearl Harbor is now, just something that old people remember.

I was home that day and saw it on the news I was 10 at the time. I already saw Columbine as a kid. But this was on another level.

I wrote an old blog about it.

http://pikapalpikaplace.blogspot.com/2011/09/remember.html

My parents never got their good antenna TV reception back after that.     Terrorists!