it wasn't even 6am here in cali yet. I was in college, in my dorm room asleep and the phone rang.
i got up to answer it, it was my roommate's mom crying telling me to wake her up and turn on the news.
i woke her up, turned on our tv and she called her mom back and we both sat there shocked and confused watching, then the second tower was hit and we both said it wasn't an accident.
my mom called me from work to tell me she was worried they might attack LA (which I wasn't in, but close to) but I wasn't worried as much as she was.
we sat there like that until 730, watching different stations listening to what they all had to say, our RA showed up at 7 knocking on everyone's doors telling us the school was having a meeting before lunch (for prayers, counseling, etc) and that we still had to go to our classes today to at least check-in.
So at 730 half of our dorm walked quietly up to the classrooms, but my professor didn't show up for us to check-in until after 8 because she was frantically trying to contact her relatives in NY to make sure they were ok but the phone lines were jammed. Since it was sociology class, she actually had us stay and talk about it. Then after class my roommates and I grabbed breakfast and headed back to our room to watch more news. That friday the entire school did candlelight vigils on street corners throughout town.
The events of that day will always be with me, even though I suffered no personal loss, it was a very historic and shocking day. As my professor pointed out, it was like the day she was in school and heard Kennedy had been killed.