I was in Junior year, American History. A kid ran into my room and said that a plane hit the WTC (The first plane) and my teacher flipped on the TV. My teacher said that we could continue watching after his lecture.
I ran to my next class and told that teacher what happend and that I needed to turn on the TV. Right as I turned it on, I saw the second plane hit. From their, I didnt stop watching unless I was switching class rooms.
After I found out that a plane went down in Pennsylvania, which is where I am from and where the majority of my family still lives, I called my mom to make sure my grandpa who was flying to Florida was OK. Luckily, he was already stuck in Atlanta, which is where he had to stay for a week.
Sad fucking day, and I will never forget. I like to compare this to the day JFK was assasinated. Ask your parents where they were, and I am sure they can tell you exactly what they were doing.
-Marc