<p>I was in 4th grade (Brooklyn, NY) and it was election day and my mom had voted in my school earlier that morning and went into work. My sister was in the city—I forgot for what reason, and my brother was in school.</p>
<p>I was at lunch when the teachers & principal were running around the school saying how the WTC was struck by planes. The parents who had JUST voted were picking up their students from school; the whole situation was just crazy and confusing. I didn’t know what to think. A few of my friends were crying b/c they had family that worked either in or by the WTC. </p>
<p>I waited in school until my sister came and picked me up and she was explaining to me about the whole situation—I forgot how she made it home. When we got home my brother was already there; luckily he had managed to catch a cab out of the city. He said as soon as he felt his school shake & saw the lockers FALL out of the wall he got the hell up out of the school and headed home as soon as possible. About an hour later my mom got home and was COVERED in debris (she worked close). She had to walk across the Brooklyn Bridge to get home.</p>
<p>Everything that day was literally just different. It was quiet outside. Everyone was sad. It was just bad. I went to bed that night scared b/c I thought a plane was going to fly into my building (yes, I lived in a building.)</p>
<p>Sorry if my story was all over the place, but that’s how the day felt.</p>
<p>Edit: I forgot to mention that from my building in Brooklyn, I could see the smoke from the WTC.</p>
<p>Well, I was in fourth grade and I lived (well, still live) in a suburb of NYC. </p>
<p>Really, we had no idea what was going on, other than that periodically parents would come to pick their kids up, and those of us left behind were curious. And then my teacher started crying and told us what happened, and that her daughter was in New York City at the time. </p>
<p>And then us students talked about it on the bus ride home, and when I got home my mom was there and I saw the buildings burning on the news, footage from that morning (because it was about three o’clock when I got home). </p>
<p>My dad, who worked in the Bronx, said he saw the buildings smoking from his office, and that he also saw them fall. He went to help clear debris in the days after.</p>
<p>I can’t say I understood what was happening, though. I just thought it was a bit weird and eerie and sad, but I wasn’t scared or anything like that. I think if I were older, like I am now, it would have affected me more in terms of sadness. </p>
<p>Thinking back on it, 9/11 doesn’t actually scare me in terms of thinking about going on airplanes and the United States suffering another terrorist attack. I mean, there really isn’t much you can do. Terrorist attacks are unpredictable, for the most part. For me, being afraid wouldn’t do anything.</p>
<p>I had stayed home sick from school, as is a common occurance for me. My mom works night work. My grandmother and I were in the living room reading, so we didn’t have the TV on. My mom came home from work and said, “Turn on the TV! THEY’RE BLOWING UP NEW YORK!”</p>
<p>I live next to a military weapons base. The booms shake my house every day. I had never heard so many booms in one week.</p>
<p>I remember I was in 2nd grade, and it was a half day Tuesday. My mom was waiting outside the door to make sure I was ok, and she was crying. Now, me, being only a 2nd grader, couldn’t think of what had actually happened. I thought my other grandmother might have died (because only a year before, the other grandmother I was very close to passed away), so when I learned what happened, I was more relieved than anything to hear that it wasn’t about my grandmother. But then I just learned of the whole situation and watched the news, and I felt bad about what happened, but I don’t think I fully grasped the whole thing.</p>
<p>4th grade, NYC. I remember my mom coming to pick me and my brother up from school being really upset and she wouldn’t tell us why, and then when I got home I turned on CNN and just watched for hours. My mom covered up all the windows so that we wouldn’t look for the smoke/damage and called my dad, who was on a business trip, and her relatives in Russia to assure them all that we were fine.</p>
<p>I know several people who lost their lives that day. Can we please take the politics somewhere else?</p>
<p>I remember I was in 4th grade. (California) I had just come back from recess along with my friends. The teacher told us to sit down and be quiet. She was watching TV and I saw an airplane crash into the building. Then we were all asking what it was about. She seemed distraught. We then started doing other stuff, but when I got home, my parents were watching the news. Being the American hating Asians they are, they start applauding Bin Laden’s courageous actions to confront such a strong enemy as the United States. They say that America deserves it, especially Bush, for being so arrogant and trying to have a hand in every issue around the world (i.e. fighting in every war, etc.)</p>
<p>I was in 4th grade and I just remember my teacher giving us a note to bring home explaining what had happened. I was wicked confused as to what was going on and I didn’t really have a clue at that time. I live in upstate NY btw.</p>
<p>I was in 2nd grade and I lived in Alexandria at that time, which is next to Arlington. I remember that all of the teachers were called to meeting. A few minutes later we all hear a loud boom and then our teacher comes back telling us that the WTC and the Pentagon were hit by planes. Everybody’s parents took them home early. My dad’s whole office was closed because it’s Arlington. When we got home we watched it on TV.
It was really freaky because it was so close.</p>
<p>“Not old enough to truly understand the magnitude of it but not young enough to not remember.” yeah, this is how i feel, too.</p>
<p>it was the 4th grade, in new jersey. we were gathered around, sitting on the carpet for book-reading time, i think. & i’m pretty sure we were left alone in class for a few minutes, while all of the teachers in the school were told what to do. apparently, they were all supposed to tell us that there was severe traffic in NY & the power was out or some thing? idk, just some bullsh** that made no sense, aha. but, basically, none of us knew what went on until we got home later that day. i remember i came home like usual, turned on the tv & ALL of the major channels were talking about it. & i was like…w.t.f. is going on…& then i learned more about it on the radio, but i kind of just went along with my homework & usual stuff. my parents mostly kept it from me.</p>
<p>the next day, i could see the smoke from my bus stop.</p>
<p>I was in 4th grade too. Crazy **** happened that day, all I remember was I was worried bout my dad who works right next to the WTC. I was actually scared of planes after that lol. I actually wish I was more mature at that age so I could actually know what was going on and stuff since 9/11 = /</p>
<p>I was in 2nd grade, and I didnt know about it until my parents picked me up early from school. I was pretty darn scarred that it was armageddon :)</p>
<p>Thank you BigG for being a ■■■■■■. It is much appreciated. You sound like an absolute tool and probably have no life since you are an adult posting in a High School forum. Get a life loser.</p>
<p>I guess I was in 4th grade. Maybe 5th? I’m too lazy to count out the years. I don’t think our teachers talked to us that day, but instead the next day. It was really pretty outside.
After school, I went to gymnastics. I had to walk to my friend’s house because I left my math book at school (this makes it more likely in 4th grade. In 5th grade at some time in September my teacher gave me the 6th grade math book). My mother went with me because it was night time.
I think I heard the TV on and they were talking about Osama Bin Laden.
In school, whether they sat us down on the 11th or the 12th, but we all sat down in the big tape circle on the floor like we normally did, and Mr. H and Mrs. M talked to us, and made sure we were okay.</p>
<p>I was in first grade (Louisiana), it was our library day. I remember a bunch of freaked out teachers (including mine) standing around a T.V. My mom picked me up around lunchtime (most kids left early). My mom watched the news all afternoon. I was too young to truly get it, even though I had full understanding of what had happened. My school, town and family got really patriotic after that.</p>
<p>i was a 4th grader at a school in manhattan. nothing happened to my school’s building, but everybody’s parents came to pick them up. school was essentially over after it happened. several kids at the school lost parents.</p>
<p>Like a lot of people here, I was sitting in my 4th grade classroom learning about something when my teacher got the word and told all of us. I think we all got out early that day so we could be with our families. My parents actually came home early that day!</p>
<p>I was in fourth grade. The faculty made the decision not to tell any of us until the next day. When my mother picked me up she told me the news. My family watched the coverage on the television the rest of the day, and I remember the next day discussing it in class and writing about it in journals.</p>
<p>3rd grade… got home, my dad was home early from work. rumors were going around all the kids, and then i found out what happened. again, that age where you remember whats going on but don’t truly understand it. a couple kid’s parents or relatives died… sad day.</p>
<p>i was in my 4th grade classroom in nyc. it was hard. hard to accept all this…i remember crying behind a wall and my parents and everyone elses parents came to pick their kids up early. it was scary and chaotic, and although none of my relatives/family members were caught in this massive tragedy, it has left a scar upon all us New Yorkers.</p>