The day-of, I just remember my teacher being out in the hallway on the phone for like 30 minutes, then an announcement was made over the intercom that parents would be picking us up. I didn’t know what happened until I got home. Then we just watched news replay the towers getting hit over and over for a few days.
A few years later, I remember being instructed on coloring in an outline of the country of Afghanistan (joke here about Americans only learn geography from war) and the teacher told us if we wanted to draw a bomb or something in the air above it, that’d be okay. Shit was absolutely fucked. I remember having a mock vote for Kerry v Bush and I was the only kid who didn’t vote Bush and the principal called my parents to collect me from school for the day.