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I was a junior in high school. My schedule was pretty sweet at the time. I had study halls first and second period. Both will chill teachers that would let you sleep in class.

I was in my second study hall at the time. It ran from around 9 to around 10 am, and it was in one of the biology labs. I was napping. The principal came on the PA system, and said a plane hit the world trade center. They then turned CNN on all the TVs. The big CRT ones that hung up on mounts in the corners of the rooms with VCRs underneath.

When they first turned it on, everybody seemed confused as to why exactly. That summer, a Cessna or something hit a skyscraper, and people assumed it was that ll over again. The replays they showed of the first plane did little to reveal the scale. Not long after though, the second plane hit. I still remember vividly thing plane taking a bending arc into the tower, and then all the debris exploding out. The memory is almost hyper-real in my mind. At that point, everybody knew it wasn't an accident. The news, and everybody, thought maybe the first was a fluke.

They left the news on the entire day. My third period was honors English, and that's when the towers fell. The lunchroom was so weird. It was really quite that day, but you would hear people cry or some yell in anger punctuating the silence. I got home, and my dad was always a news junky. But I don't think he slept for a day and half. He sat in front of the TV all night. He was still there when I got up out of bed the next day.

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