Late to the party but I'm 30 years old and my memories of that day have gotten noticeably more fuzzy lately. I remember there was no announcement over the loudspeaker. No cell phones so the principal had to be going down a list calling every teacher. But I remember the feeling in the air before she turned on the CRT mounted above and to the left of the classroom door. It was like a hollow version of the anvil in your stomach feeling. She told us that we are all going to remember this day for the rest of out lives and let the news play and sat down. I didn't understand what I was seeing, there are terrible things on TV every day, but I did know this was DIFFERENT. My dad came and picked me up from school that morning.