<p>I was in my 3rd grade class that day in Queens,NY. My class had just had lunch and my friends and I were having a discussion about where our parents and relatives worked. Ironically, one of the my friends told me his uncle worked in the WTC [fortunately, he did not go to work that day]. When we got back to class the teacher seemed really upset and distraught. We asked her what happened but she wouldn’t tell us any details. She then asked us if any of our parents or relatives worked in or near the WTC. A few kids raised their hand. When we kept on asking her what the matter was, she finally answered that there had been a plane crash in Washington. But she didn’t tell us anything about the Twin Towers. I guess she felt we were too young too hear about it. </p>
<p>When I got home, I remember watching CNN for quite some time. </p>
<p>Not old enough to truly understand the magnitude of it but not young enough to not
remember." —> this is exactly how it was.</p>
<p>4th grade as well…West Coast time, my mom “let me” stay home from school. I didnt really understand it eaither. I was glad to not have to go to school but I felt that i shouldn’t be glad, did not really know why.</p>
<p>During the afternoon, my teacher kept leaving the room, but nobody really thought anything of it. After school, when I got in my mom’s car, she said she had something really bad to tell us. Then I started panicking and almost crying, because I thought she would say that my great grandmother died. After she told me, my reaction was actually relief… I said that I thought something really bad had happened. Needless to say, I didn’t understand. Then when I got home we watch CNN, and I was supposed to go to hebrew school, which I hated so much, and my mom said I didn’t have to go, thinking I’d be happy, but for some reason, then I really wanted to go and I kept insisting that she let me go.</p>
<p>3rd grade in class. Principal came in and told us the bad news. We were all on the ground for book-reading time. Teacher asked if anyone had parents who worked there. No one did. We all agreed it was pretty sad. And life went on.</p>
<p>It was a fellow students birthday, and we were going to have a party in the class (It was a small close-nit catholic elementary school; we had more freedom and everyone knew everyone (including parents)). While waiting for the party, which would happen later, a parent came into the class room and told us about the first plane. Actually she wisperd it to the teacher. A few minutes later she came in and told us about the second plane. We then ate cake.</p>
<p>When I got home the TV was on and my grandparents were watching the news. The news was on at my house for days.</p>
<p>I was in fourth grade like most people on here…I went to a little Catholic school in KY and we had just gotten back from church. The teacher went down to the teachers lounge for coffee and came up with this super pale face and told us that some planes had crashed into the twin towers.<br>
Of course us being fourth graders, and living in KY, we had to look up where that was…we went to church again like ten minutes later to pray for the people who were killed…I remember it really clearly, which is surprising for me…</p>
<p>Haha, Mike1234, you and I have basically the same memory, with the whole thinking an older relative died and being relieved when we heard that wasn’t. For a second, I almost thought you quoted mine.</p>
<p>I was in 2nd grade, and my mom woke me up screaming on how the Twin Towers were bombed… I turned the news on and thought “*** is the twin towers?”
I went to school and everybody was talking about it, and my teacher was like “what happened?”
lmao</p>
<p>I’m in California, so because of the time difference, I think most people already knew about it when I got to school. I was in 4th grade. When I was hanging my backpack up outside the classroom, this annoying kid came up to me and I swore he said: “Planes crashed into the Toon Towers!” I proceeded to tell him that was just a cartoon (Looney Toons, anyone?). Ten minutes later our teacher sat the class down and explained things, although I know I didn’t really understand. I just know I was intrigued/scared because the guy I sat next to’s dad was supposed to be in the NY or DC area or something, but he switched flights at the last minute.</p>
<p>I also remember either on 9/11 or maybe 9/12/01 we had a moment of silence. Can’t say I understood that either, though. And then for the next few years I remember Bin Laden hating bumper stickers on cars. Something about little sticker decals showing a little boy peeing on Bin Laden or on his name or something. Those confused me but I don’t see them anymore.</p>
<p>I was in 5th grade and living at Spain at the time. I came home from school to find my mom freaking out. It made me really homesick and my whole family was worried about people back home since we’re from ny/nj. </p>
<p>I also remember the next day at school, we had a moment of silence and kids were being really rude and laughing. Ugh, it made me so angry.</p>