I had just started my senior year of high school. It was a typical Tuesday morning and I found my mom in the living room watching tv in shock. I stopped to ask her what was wrong and saw the second plane crash into the other tower. We were on the West Coast, so the image was delayed. I went to school that day and everyone was walking around in a daze, teachers included. In every class the teachers just had the tv on the news where they kept showing it over and over. You couldn't get away from it. I remember being numb for weeks afterward.