9/11 Seven Years Later

Mike34113

Mike34113

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I was only in fourth grade at the time so i rly didn't understand much that was going on. Was anyone near or in Manhattan when the planes hit the building?
 
No but I was in 7th grade and I remember exactly where I was and when... I can remember the next half hour crystal clear, probably one of my only memories that is that clear and that long. It was a crazy day to say the least.

My condolences to anyone affected directly by 9/11.
 
same, 4th grade, I live in NJ, like 20 min from manhatten. We had a bomb scare that day (worst timing ever) and we sat outside for a few hours and a lot of people left early and we didn't hear much except when we were in a class the teacher played the radio for a little bit so I was clueless till I got home and watched the news and I remember wanting to skateboard but my mom didn't want me to get hurt because the hospitals would be full. It was fucked up hearing everyone's stories cause a lot of peopl had parents that worked in the city.
 
i was in homeroom, freshman year of high school. it was on the tv's. i remember this one teacher was absolutely freaking the fuck out. it was quite a day i will never forget it. cant believe its been 7 years.
 
i was in third grade. i heard my parents and woke up, walk out to the living room and saw the news. i didn't understand what was happening till i was at school. my teacher got a phone call and broke down crying. turns out her uncle was in the 2nd tower and didn't make it out. now that I understand it i get chills when ever I see the video
 
i was is third grade

i remember the teacher got a note and kind of buried her head in her hands and sand a prayer

then all the kids in my class got picked up, one by one until it was me and this other girl left

and they wouldn't tell us what happened

it was the month after i first moved to DC so it was kind of unerving living a dead 35 minutes from the pentagon(i live right off new hampshire avenue, for anyone Md/DC-ers)

 
i remember i was in 5th grade and the teacher turned on the radio adn all the faculty cried and then the nearby air force base conducted a fly over or like patrol or something and then i went home and my tv show was canceled and i just watched the news and was mistified and thats when it all came together and now i never forget that moment. i still have the new york times from 9/12/2001 because it is so historic.
 
i was in 3rd grade and i had a substitute teacher who was retarded. all he told us were that some planes crashed and it was very bad, we thought it was just a plane crash, which was a big deal but not 9/11 big. i got out of school and my mom told me what happened and i couldn't believe not that thousands of people had died but that the twin towers were actually gone, like not there anymore. then i saw a woman covered in blood on the front of the paper and then my mom took it away and wouldn't let me watch the news for the next few days
 
I was in 5th grade, my parents woke me up at 7 west coast time and said planes hit the towers. Didn't think anything of it, they didn't really want me to watch the news but i watched anyways and understood it, it was super sad, and I'll never forget it.
 
i came home from school and my mom and sister was crying, i can't remember what grade i was in but all i know is it was some baaaad shit
 
i dont know what grade but i remember i had no idea anything was different until my mom picked me up from the local YMCA. no teachers in the school where saying anything about it. so my mom asked me if i knew anything then she told me. i was totally confused and looked at it as if i was watching a movie and couldn't grasp the severity of the tragedy that will always be remembered by the numbers 9/11.
 
i was in 5th grade. at 850ish we all got called to the auditorium and my principal was freaking out and told us what was going on. then we went back to class and watched it all day on the news. my teacher hid under a desk when a patrol plane flew by trying to make sure terrorist werent near the pwr plant.
 
I was in 5th grade and i remember waking up around 7 am and my dad first thing he tells me is "there has been terrorist attacks on the world trade center" i was like wtf?? It was soo surreal to me. and then like we talked about it in class and didnt really do anything during the day
 
My Dad was in the building directly acrossed the street. Thats where he worked and only moved into that building like a month earlier he had previously worked on 101st floor of world trade number1 which is the first one that got hit. His building, World Trade number 7 went down like 30 minutes after he got out. my friends dad died in world trade number 1, he worked on one of the top floors. That time was really tough for everyone in my area. My family started freaking out cause we couldnt contact my dad for about 3 hours after the towers went down so that was pretty tough.
 
I was in High School. My Mom's plane took off from JFK that morning. I had no idea which flight or airline. She was coming home after visiting New York with my Dad who stayed behind for business. My Teacher was Canadian and wouldn't let us watch it on TV. I had no idea where my Mom was. Then a bomb threat got called into our school, we weren't allowed to leave. I finally just hoped the fence, someone tried to grab me and pull me back, I got in someones car and they drove me home. My Mom was fine, her flight left a different airport in NYC than the hijacked planes. Her plane was grounded in Detroit. My Dad drover there and picked my Mom up and they drove home. I was supposed to get surgery on my broken finger, but postponed it until my parents got home.
 
i was in 4th grade too but i remember it really well. all the teachers got called into the halls for awhile and then kids kept getting called to leave, and i was like what the fuck is going on. then i went home for lunch and i heard all about it, and when i went back that afternoon, there were like 4 or 5 kids still in school.
 
all i know is i turned on the tv this morning not thinking about what day it was and when i saw it it still gave me the chills.
 
8th grade, remember exactly where i was sitting and what was said over the speakers. remember the run home from the bus and watching it all over the news for a week straight. dont remember anything else.
 
6th grade, sitting next to my friend will in Mrs Feo's english classroom. She got really weird all of a sudden and didn't really tell us anything except that there had been an attack on America and that some students would be pulled out of class. When I went hope that day my mom was sitting in the living room watchign the news and bawling
 
4th grade, my teacher was crying. stupid bitch. a bunch of girls were crying. even stupider. i got home and watched that shit on tv, i didn't have a clue what the fuck was happening. my mom told me i couldn't ride my bike outside because she was scared of what was out there. come to think of it i think that was the day i learned to be as rational as possible because this is what terrorism (and even simple chaos) does to people, it clouds their judgments, making them emotional and susceptible to the danger they cause themselves. 9/11 made me a better person.

and i didn't hear a word about it today. way to forget america.
 
i was in 3rd grade. i get up early as fuck always have. i saw that shit live on tv. then at school we werent allowed to talk about it. i didnt really care that much.
 
jesus you people are younger than i thought..... i was in 6th grade. we watched it all morning cuz i had a super "fuck the man" english teacher who basically said fuck it you guys should know whats going on
 
i was a freshman in high school. we talked about it for awhile today in my management class. def intense to think about and remember all of it
 
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