I was in high-school and during class change one of my friends was saying a plane flew into the twin towers. She was sorta laughing when she said it (kids can react weird to unknown situations I guess) so at the time I thought what class does she take it sounds awesome. I assumed they were doing a 'war game' simulation where different groups make certain moves and you see what would happen. Looking back now, the fact that that was my first thought proves how much times have changed. I'm sure students never 'war game' as different nations for the fear of offending someone, or a kid getting hauled out for 'violent or inappropriate thoughts.' When I got to the next class the TV was on and I realized it was an actual attack. The weird thing about my experience happening at school is I can't remember a single teacher saying anything to us about itself. We would just switch classes, sit down, and silently stare at the tv... teachers included. We watched the news all day, in every classroom. When I walked through the door when I got home my mom was sitting on the edge of her bed watching TV and crying. My father told me he had ran into the bedroom that morning while my mother was still sleeping screaming "WAKE UP THEYRE ATTACKING US, WERE UNDER ATTACK"
I was in high-school and during class change one of my friends was saying a plane flew into the twin towers. She was sorta laughing when she said it (kids can react weird to unknown situations I guess) so at the time I thought what class does she take it sounds awesome. I assumed they were doing a 'war game' simulation where different groups make certain moves and you see what would happen. Looking back now, the fact that that was my first thought proves how much times have changed. I'm sure students never 'war game' as different nations for the fear of offending someone, or a kid getting hauled out for 'violent or inappropriate thoughts.' When I got to the next class the TV was on and I realized it was an actual attack. The weird thing about my experience happening at school is I can't remember a single teacher saying anything to us about itself. We would just switch classes, sit down, and silently stare at the tv... teachers included. We watched the news all day, in every classroom. When I walked through the door when I got home my mom was sitting on the edge of her bed watching TV and crying. My father told me he had ran into the bedroom that morning while my mother was still sleeping screaming "WAKE UP THEYRE ATTACKING US, WERE UNDER ATTACK"