I was in high school, taking exams. In Indiana, we have IStep exams in our sophomore years. So I was sitting in the theater with part of my sophomore class and a teacher rushed in, held a hurried, whispered conversation with a supervisor in the back of the room and ran out. That teacher then hurried down to the front and whispered to the other teacher.
Of course, we were watching them, confused--no one told us what was going on until the exam was over and we went to class. And everyone was watching the television. We had no class that day. I mean, we all stayed in school but we didn't do anything--we just watched the news broadcast.
My teacher said, "For every generation, there is an event like this. Something that you remember where you were for it for the rest of your life. This is yours."
There was this kid though, in my class. They had to come get him because his dad worked at the Pentagon. As soon as they came in the room, his face went pale and when they gestured to him, he started crying.