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Where were you on 9/11/2001?

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9th grade and finishing my homework in the library before school started. Librarian came over to turn on the TV when the first plane hit the towers.
 
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.

You have impressed all of us with your sheer coolness.
 
A junior at Georgia Tech, working as a co-op for Delta.

About mid-day, we were let go from work early. I went a friend's dorm on campus and watched the news unfold.

But I followed the initial news and drama here on Anandtech. We should resurrect the famous thread!
 
I was working at Microsoft then, so I was on the west coast. I remember waking up and turning on the news as normal. It was about 10 minutes after the first plane hit, and before the second. When I finally drove into work (we did not have to go in, they let us choose) I remember all the blank faces in other cars and commuters, very surreal feeling.
 
I was asleep and my wife was in the shower when the first plane hit. My sister-in-law called and had us turn on the TV. We saw the second plane live.

I had a deposition set for later that day, but no one else showed up at the other attorneys office, so I went back home and watched TV for the rest of the day. My office eventually closed for the day, too.

MotionMan
 
I was in 8th grade and they hardly told us shit

Same. Except, they told us nothing. I didn't know what happened until my mom came by later in the day to tell me my dad was okay. He used to work across the street in the World Financial Center and would routinely walk under the towers on nice days from the subway station. (As an aside, he actually worked up on one of the upper floors (>90) before 1992, before his employer moved across the street to the WFC).
 
Touring the piers checking on the boats, then rechecking if they had enough for defensive arrangements before heading home for a week off while they had everything on lockdown.
 
College public speaking class. Our professor's husband had a meeting in one of the towers that morning. When someone came in the class and told us, she ran out.

The next week she filled us in on the story. Her husband was walking to the tower when the first plane hit. He went back to his hotel and couldn't contact his wife until the next day. I'm sure those hours were hell for her.
 
I was in a wildlife camp run by a couple of ex-military men. No access to news, or anything in the outside world.

Came home in the evening of 9/11 , and walked in to the house, where everyone was watching the news about the twin towers.

At first, thought they were watching a movie or something. And then I realised what it was.
 
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.
 
I was taking a class at the local Community College. All the school monitors carried the coverage for about an hour before all the TV's were shut down and all news sites blocked on school computers. The idiot dean wanted to "protect" the campus from possible violence. Went to her office to chew her out but, she hid out for 6 fricken hours and wouldn't talk to anyone. Good thing myself and all of the other students who wanted her to defend her actions weren't the 'violent types.'
 
At work. Quite a few of our team were from NY/NJ. It was shocking for me as U.S. citizen, but it really hit home for them. Worked the rest of the day, but no one's heart was in it.
 
I was standing on the yellow footprints at Marine Corps Recruit Depot, San Diego CA, on my first day of bootcamp.
 
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.
 
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