I was in the hallway with my friends heading to English and one of the kids was like "someone blew up a building in the city." We didn't believe it and went into class, where my teacher was in the corner on the phone crying and whispering. She ran out and the dean came in and explained it, because we were all super confused about why there was a massive amount of debris flying at the window. In history class my teacher put on the radio so we could listen, and we all were sobbing uncontrollably all day because living in Brooklyn, 90% of us had family or friends that worked in the towers or the general vicinity of the WTC. My dad and brother were supposed to be there for a meeting, but thank god their alarm didn't go off and they missed it.

I remember the dean told us to just cover our faces, put our heads down and run home when the bell rang because there was so much flying around. One of the scariest days ever.