I was in 8th grade.
It was first period. I had Computer Discovery in the lab separate from the main middle school building. I was getting ready for class to begin when the first plane hit the North Tower. I was typing away (I'm sure) when the second plane hit the South Tower. We were packing up when the third plane crashed into the Pentagon. None of us knew.
The bell rang and I walked to second period, History, in the main building. When I got there, everyone was silent. Everyone was staring at the televisions. Then, the South Tower collapsed.
Teachers were crying. Students were crying. Many of both were making phone calls to loved ones who lived and worked in New York or who were flying that day.
We continued to watch the coverage. There was no room for History or Math or English or Science. There was only tragedy.
During fourth period, Coach Kennedy's voice sounded over the intercom. We held a moment of silence and then he prayed.
Prayer. In a school district that had banned prayer. We prayed.
We prayed for the victims. We prayed for the heroes. We prayed for America.
Where were you?