I was in a high school English class. Crazy old Mr. Fletcher (an ex-CIA spook who never fully integrated back into normal life after the wall fell) ran in and said, "Have you heard? It's terrible! Some terrorists have hijacked a plane from Boston and crashed it into the World Trade Center."
Plugged in the TV, I MacGyvered an antenna for it with a coat hanger, and we saw he 2nd plane hit live.
The rest of the day, I went from class to class where all we could do was watch the info stream on Fox. Every room had some weird jury-rigged antenna on the TV. Paperclip chains, yardsticks, chalk rails, even a 6ft folding ladder.
It's funny, the stuff you remember.