I was in 10th grade and my friend jessey and I had drama class first period. We walked into class and noticed all eyes were on the tv, the world trade center had just been bombed. At first my immature, naive mind wasn't sure what to make of all this. we used the time in class to watch the news and discuss the event, but i didn't even pay attention. I suppose the magnitude of the event hadn't quite hit me yet. After class some people discussed it but at first the threat hadn't come to life yet. We'd soon discover that the first plane wasn't some freak accident, a second plane landed and now America was under attack. People were lining up at gas stations hoarding all the gas they could. The gas stations hiked up their prices, taking advantage of fear and chaos. The news reported continuously on the event, for weeks there would be stories and memorials immortalizing the people who where involved. On every vehicle a flag was displayed until it became faded and torn.