high school. sleeping. woke up, heard something about a plane hitting something, figured your standard cessna with a student pilot type deal and went back to sleep.
I was in 8th grade and they hardly told us shit
I was in one of my high school spanish classes. I distinctly remember talking to people about how Ed Mccaffrey broke his leg the previous night making an awesome catch.
Why?
Ten years coming up. I guess it's kind of like the JFK assassination equivalent of our generation. I hear the baby-boomers talk about where they were...
To counterpoint the 9/11 story, when JFK was shot, I was in school as well and the entire school population was called to the auditorium to watch TV coverage for the rest of the school day.
