Just walked in and sat down in second period Algebra when a kid came running in and had my teacher turn the news on. We watched for a few minutes and he got up to turn it off when the second plane hit. We watched that live and in silence. I don’t think anyone spoke to each other for the remainder of the day as we went from class to class simply to stare at the various news coverages as events unfolded. Later that afternoon, helped stack and pack planes at the local airport, then stayed up all night watching to see if they’d pull anyone from the rumble. The next morning, at 5 am, mom sent me on my bike to ride 3 miles to get as many newspapers from that day as I could carry.