I was in my social studies class in seventh grade. I can’t remember the teacher — if I think hard enough, I will — but I know I was sitting on the left side of the classroom if you were facing the door, and the television was right infront of me on the wall. When it happened, everything froze, then the teachers did their best to distract us and make us do our work. It isn’t until now that I realize that our teachers were probably even more shocked then we were, and they were trying to keep calm for our sakes. The next day I woke up crying, turning on the radio to listen to a live broadcast of my favorite radio show (which happened to be from TAMPA, FL, so they were usually an hour ahead of us).