I was a junior in high school. I had just finished 2nd period, and was sitting in homeroom (we had homeroom for 15 min between 2nd and 3rd period) Our principle came on the PA and said that there was "an air attack in New York City". I remember turning to my best friend at the time and saying, "What do they mean air attack? Which country wants to get blasted off the face of the earth?" I really didn't think it was anything as serious as it was. The school admin told all the teachers not to turn on the TVs. (I was living in Warner Robins, GA and the school admin. said they didn't want to "distract" students who had parents working at the base, total BS) After homeroom, I had to walk through the school lobby to my next class (which had 2 TVs in it) and I remember stopping in my tracks watching TV...in a daze almost. A teacher told me to go to class, along with the other 50 or so students who were watching. Of my last 4 classes, 3 let us watch TV including President Bush's speech. After school, I got home and found a note from my Dad saying he was called in (he was a MSgt in Security Forces at the time). I didn't see him for more than 20 minutes or so for the next 3 days, he was a little busy. As cliche as it sounds, that day kind of solidified what I wanted to do after high school.