I was in the 9th grade, leaving my 2nd hour band class, when someone called our band instructor and told him to turn on the tv. He did, and a few other students and myself gathered around to watch. I remember that my teacher swore, loudly, and I remember thinking how it must be serious if he did that in front of students.
The rest of the day, we watched the news in every class. I saw the towers fall, and I cried.
I don't think I'll ever forget that day.
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