oh man, this gave me the chills thinking about it. i was in my sophomore year too, just started. it was during gym class, around when both towers were hit by planes that i heard the news. first thing that came to my mind was a brother in my congregation who worked there. i wasn't so worried cuz i kept thinking he'll be ok, i know i'll see him later today. everyone was talkin about it nonstop. seriously, as you walked down the halls, all you heard was people talking about the events that took place. we were all scared that since terrorists struck government buildings too, that schools might be a target. some of my teachers didn't even bother to talk about it. but it was last period in english class where we just had to ask questions. i left skool around 12pm. when i was walking home, all i could think about was the people in those buildings. i was so worried. wat was going on? i came home and my dad has the tv on and he's watching the news. first thing i did was call the brother's house. only his wife was home. now i started to really worry. i just sat in front of the tv and waited to know wat was really going on. around 3pm, i got a phone call and it was the brother! he got home safe :) i started to cry over the phone. me and my dad drove over and some friends from our congregation stopped by too. his story was, he ran late for work that day too cuz he didn't get enough sleep. his newborn baby kept crying all night.