If it's crap ... We'll tell you
I was in my technology class in middle school about to give a presentation on the history of guided missile systems.
...it was an awkward presentation
You were nine when you were in sixth grade? Did you skip ahead a few levels or something?
I think I was nine in like, the 3rd grade.
I was in elementary school, 5th grade I think. We were doing our morning math classes and then the principal came on the announcement system telling the teachers to turn to CNN on the TV and the coverage of the attacks were going on then. Think it was just after the South Tower got hit. We were glued and then principal came back on, to console the teachers to try to get back to lessons. One kid was crying real bad, turned out one of his uncles was working in one of the towers when those attacks happened; don't remember if he got out in time or not.
Oh yeah, when I got home, I was glued to the TV set and even today, I remember every bit of the coverage, commentary, visuals, music, everything.
I was in class (doodling instead of what I was supposed to be doing, if I recall) when the attacks happened. Teachers came in, after the short announcement of what just occurred over the speakers, with those big old TV's and flip to the clearest channel available. The class just watched the news for about an hour and a half; some in shock, some teachers even started tearing up but one everyone gathered composure, class resumed. After that, the entire town spent the day just watching the news.
I can't tell you how awkward it was sitting around people stunned, shocked, and abhorred and I couldn't feel a thing other than surprise...
I was 20 at the time. I worked the night shift, so I had gotten home and gone to sleep. My Dad called and woke me up when the first tower got hit. I turned on the TV just in time to see the second plane impact. I thought I was dreaming, it was very surreal. I stayed on the phone with my Dad for probably 45 minutes, but we barely spoke.
That night at work, it was still an unreal feeling. It was like everything was still happening in slow motion, no one knew what to do or say. Everyone just walked around in stunned silence doing their jobs. A pair of middle eastern guys came in to our store. Everyone was staring at them, you could tell some people wanted to punch them, some were just watching their reaction, some felt bad for them. They bought their items, and no one was saying anything, and one of the guys said "I'm really sorry for what happened." I can't imagine what it would have been like for them, feeling that they had to apologize for an act of mass murder just to buy some groceries.
It was one of those horrible things that will be with me just as clear as the day it happened.