I was in 11th grade when Sept 11 happened. I had just moved to Arnold, MD about 30-40 minutes outside of Washington DC depending on traffic.
I was in Band at the time that it happened, but I didn't *really* hear about it until 9:45 when I was in French class. I heard some kids saying stuff about it, but I figured they were just BSing, because it sounded like something that could never happen.
When my French teacher, Ms. George turned on the TV in the classroom, that's when I really saw it. We watched it on CNN and NBC, we kept flipping back and forth.
I couldn't help but cry when I saw the footage. I felt like an idiot for crying in school, but the emotion that came over me was just too much. I couldn't stand not to cry.
School let out for us somewhere around 12:40pm. They told all of us to go home and be with our families. Parents had been coming to pick up their kids since around 10am - but both of my parents were working at the time, and my mom and dad were finally sent home at 11am. THey worked in Annapolis, which is only 7 miles away from where we lived. My mom stood outside of where my school bus was and waited for me. I can still remember seeing her there crying, waiting for me to come. She gave me SUUUUCH a big hug when she saw me. We rode home in silence, and then just sat home and watched the news.
School was closed for 3 days. I believe Sept. 11 was a Thursday, so we were off on Friday....Sad sad day...
I was in Band at the time that it happened, but I didn't *really* hear about it until 9:45 when I was in French class. I heard some kids saying stuff about it, but I figured they were just BSing, because it sounded like something that could never happen.
When my French teacher, Ms. George turned on the TV in the classroom, that's when I really saw it. We watched it on CNN and NBC, we kept flipping back and forth.
I couldn't help but cry when I saw the footage. I felt like an idiot for crying in school, but the emotion that came over me was just too much. I couldn't stand not to cry.
School let out for us somewhere around 12:40pm. They told all of us to go home and be with our families. Parents had been coming to pick up their kids since around 10am - but both of my parents were working at the time, and my mom and dad were finally sent home at 11am. THey worked in Annapolis, which is only 7 miles away from where we lived. My mom stood outside of where my school bus was and waited for me. I can still remember seeing her there crying, waiting for me to come. She gave me SUUUUCH a big hug when she saw me. We rode home in silence, and then just sat home and watched the news.
School was closed for 3 days. I believe Sept. 11 was a Thursday, so we were off on Friday....Sad sad day...