I remember when I first heard about 9/11. I was in my math class and my shockingly inarticulate math teacher with a Kentucky accent kept repeating, "Oh mi Gawd, oh mi Gawd, wudya look at that, oh mi gawd, wudya look at that... woudya look at that, oh mi gawd."
He also once asked the class, "Hey, hey... howdaya rub a bazie? CAUNTER CLOCKWISE!"
i heard at a bus stop waiting at 7am to catch the bus to community college. someone was like "a plane hit a building or something". and the guy explained it was just a single engine thing and wasn't a big deal and he had to get the fuck to work
I flew home from DC to Seattle the day before. Woke up the next morning, still jet-lagged, and went in to work. No one was getting anything done, just staring at newscasts...all I could think was "well, glad my flight wasn't delayed."
I was also in my math class, where my inarticulate teacher continued to teach despite the news. Which was delivered to us, by a runner shouting over the sound of warning signals 'We're under attack. They just flew a plane into the capital." Keep in mind, we were in a classroom on a campus 1.5 miles from a capital building.
He continued making this weird hand gesture that was supposed to somehow impart to us the secret of 'the difference of squares'. And he continued to teach even after everyone in the class had left. My ex (who was also in the class) and I still have no idea wtf the hand gesture was about.