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i was home. sleeping. my dad called me to tell me what happened. i was unemployed at the time so luckily i wasn't in the city. with a heavy heart.... can't believe it's already been 11 years.

i was living in la so i was home sleeping. my aunt in korea called me to tell me about sept 11 and woke me up! i definitely remember that day very clearly because i worked right by lax, and the flights that hit the twin towers were la bound. i went into work and watched news coverage all day.

My first day of grad school in Boston. I heard the news about what happened from the Dean during his "welcome to grad school" speech (both towers had already fallen, I was in math class 8am-10am in the basement). We all thought it was some sort of drill at first.I remember so well he started out by saying "I come to you this morning with a heavy heart..." and told us what happened. They didn't cancel classes that day so we had to all go back to class and they put a TV in the cafeteria. I didn't get to really process it or watch the news til I got home that evening.

I was in college and was asleep when the towers were stuck. My ex lived in NYC at the time and called telling me to turn the tv on. I thought it was the end of the world! :T

I was a junior in high school, I was at a leadership conference for an organization I was in in high school. We watched the second plane hit on a small TV that we all huddled around.

I was in grade 8. We all (grade 7 and 8s) went into the library to watch the news. I remember it being confusing because we didn't have a huge grasp on what was happening.

So so horrible.

I was a sophomore in college. I heard that the 1st plane hit when I was in between classes and all I could think of was "Again??" because I remember a plane hitting them a while before that. I didn't realize how serious it was until I saw the news. I didn't have any words.... still don't.

I also remember being pissed at one of my professors who decided to have a test that day, just a couple hours after it happened.

Watching from across the Hudson River, at the office. It's one of those days I'll never forget.

I was a junior in college. I had woken up at like 830 and read someone's away message on IM saying something like "I can see the twin towers from my dorm" and thinking it was so random. Then I got up an hour later and turned on the TV and saw what was happening and I thought it was movie at first and realized it was the news. To this day, I still get the chills when I think about it.

sophmore in college, i was getting ready for school when it happened, but didn't realized what happened until i got to school and class was cancelled. i listened to the radio on the way home to find out.

I was a junior in college. My BF and I were on our way to class when his GA told us to come into her room to see what was on the news. We all thought it was an accident and I went on to my music history class, where I was told classes had been canceled. A lot of students were either from NYC or had worked there, so everyone felt like they had close ties to the city.

I was one year out of college, but taking classes for nursing/grad school, so I was living with my mom again temporarily in L.A. I remember rushing out the door and noticing a news story on TV, but I was in such a hurry, I didn't stop to see what it was about. By the time I got to my anatomy class, people were leaving because class was cancelled. I went back in my car and listened to the radio. The parking lot was gridlocked for a while and I just sat there, listening... completely horrified and scared.

@Andrea: So glad you're alive and well! What a terrifying experience.

I was a senior in high school and was already in 1st period. We were in the library and were watching the news anyways. They were discussing the first plane hitting when we all watched the second plane hit and all quickly realized this was not an accident. It was just the most heartbreaking day. I think the entire school watched until classes ended that day.

@Andrea: Gosh, isn't it amazing the choices that we make some times? I had several coworkers that were spared that day because they were running late and weren't on the subway at their usual time.

@bree72: thank you.

@Rachel: No, we were displaced for about four months after that to an office in CT and then my company moved to midtown permanently after that. No one wanted to be downtown anymore.

@looch: Definitely, no decision is too small to matter!

I was two years out of college and was working at another college. I was sitting in my closet of an office when my coworker arrived and told me that a plane hit one of the towers. I continued working because, while still sad, I assumed it was a little plane with only a couple passengers. Coworker continued listening to the radio and told me when the second plane hit. That's when I realized it was serious. I was a technology teacher, and I was also about to start teaching a class. I didn't know what else to do so I started teaching even though only a couple people were there. They were all checking CNN online, and we couldn't concentrate, so we all left and watched the TV in the lobby's building. Definitely a day I will never forget.

It was (is) my birthday. I was getting ready for work and couldn't comprehend that it was intentional. I kept thinking it was a really bad accident.
I have since spent several birthdays in NY because of work and I love that it is a special day there full of tributes and memories..

I was 20 and was working for an older people's project. Tuesday afternoon was pensioners bingo and it was my turn to call the numbers. The first plane hit at around 2pm UK time and, by then, bingo was well underway.

A colleague came running into the community lounge and turned on the TV, which was located behind me. He'd heard about it on the radio and had come to the TV to see what was going on. The second I heard the coverage, the sirens and screams, I knew something really, really terrible was happening. I turned around and saw smoke billowing from one of the twin towers - and just then, as I was watching, the second plane hit.

A groan went up in the room and several of the older people called "carry on" and "call the next number". I announced over the microphone "something really terrible's happening, the world trade centre appears to be on fire and I think a plane has just crashed into them..." More groans. "Carry on!" someone else cried and the inpatient murmurs that resounded around the room echoed that sentiment.

So, as the sirens and the screams continued behind me, I continued calling the bingo, "two little ducks, 22" "Downing Street, number 10".

I think it is one of my most vivid (and harrowing) memories.

I was a sophomore in high school. I was sleeping when my mom was yelling through the house for me and my siblings to get up and watch the news. I watched the news in every period at school that day.

I was in college. I woke up late for my first class that day and was rushing to get ready and was really worried about being late. Then my roommate walked in to our room and told me what was happening. Among a lot of other emotions, I distinctly remember feeling ridiculous for worrying about being late for a class and realizing how trivial a lot of the things I stressed about were.