I remember it like it was yesterday. I remember -the morning it happened i was in school. About 20 minutes before the planes hit the tower/etc...I was walking to my first class of the morning and I remember thinking to myself "what a gorgeous day it is outside!" - it was such a beautiful day out. How ironic that the ugliest tradgedy was about to occur.
I was sitting in my desk in my history class when the president of our school made an announcement that something had happened/etc. At that point- my teacher went to get the tv out of the hallway closet (my class was in a portable - with 3 other classes in seperate rooms. there was a hallway closet where the rolling tv carts were stored so he went to get one.) When we turned on the news- we turned it on in time to see the other plane hit
They kept showing the clips over and over again on the news and it was just horrible. We were all in shock. To make matters worse i remember one of my good friends- her dad had an appointment in the WTC (the 1st tower) that day -he was out of town on business. I remember my friend being in absolute hysterics- it was horrible...she thought her dad had been killed
(later that day though she heard from him - his business meeting had been canceled that day for some scheduling reason, and rescheduled for later in the week- so he never went to the 1st tower. It was definitely a miracle.
I remember as the day went on- every single class i went to- all we did was watch coverage of the planes hitting the towers over and over again. Our teachers as well as the rest of us were all just in shock. We all just cried over it and were terrified. The next day me and several other students brought a ton of yellow ribbons to school -we tied them on our car antennas and pinned them to our clothes. (i went to a small private school- only about 100ppl per each grade - were were all really close). We had chapel all that week and just said prayers for everyone and for our nation.
The thing that really strikes me the most is something that happened with one of the choir classes i was in at the time. We had been rehersing since august for an upcomming concert- "songs of prayers and rememberance" - and it had been scheduled months beforehand for October 11th, 2001. One month exactly to the date of the attacks. The songs we had been rehersing were all prayers and just gorgeous songs about our country/rememberance/etc. I don't think it was a coencidence that it happened like that. It wound up being a really emotional and beautiful concert and we preformed in honor of those who lost their lives.