In 8th grade. It was a very strange day because in my 1st hour, aerobics class, I was in the locker room and all of a sudden, (around the exact time the 1st plane hit unknowingly to me at the time) all the lights went out and it was pitch black and a bunch of girls were screaming freaking out because no one could see. Then after what seemed like a really long minute, the lights flickered back on. Then, I finished changing, the bell rang and I carried on to 2nd period English class. After 5 minutes of sitting down, our teacher turned the TV on and I remember thinking he just put on a movie for us or something. Then reality hit. Within minutes, the news was like an echo through the hallways all tuned into the same channel. Teachers outside their classrooms talking to other teachers. Kids staring at the screen in disbelief. Then we watched the 2nd plane hit live. That's when heads really started to roll and we realized our country was under attack. Within the hour, all you heard over the loud speaker was different kids leaving for early dismissal. Lots of kids with family in New York. My mom ended up picking me up early even though I didn't have family in New York just because no one was in the mindset for learning at that point. There was no point in being in school. I don't think I went to.school for the rest of the week. RIP to all the lives lost. I will never forget that day.