I was in religion class which was the first class after homeroom when I had learned about the planes. I remember that it was a Tuesday and when the first or second plane had hit it was 8:46 am. I don't remember a single conversation I had that day honestly. I remember the overall mood at my school that day. I remember I was let out of school early and didn't take the train home that day. School was paranoid about anyone taking public transportation. News on 9/11 was on almost exclusively at home, except at 5pm, when I wanted to watch dbz to take a break from the news My dad usually came home around 6 but that day he came home really really late. He worked in the city and we lived in Queens at the time. He had to walk all the way home. I wonder how crazy it must've felt like for anyone who was in manhattan that day.