I was a senior in high school and I had just woken up for school (3 hour time difference!). I turned on the TV in my room and I was pretty pissed off that every channel was playing the news. They replayed the first plane over and over and then the second one came.
I got dressed and went out into the living room where my stepdad was sitting on the couch in his underwear watching it. "What is the world trade center?" I asked. "A building in New York" he answered.
I went to school and we mostly did nothing all day but watch the news.
What's interesting to me is how detached we all were from it. I was in a semi-professional theater gig at the time, and I remember us talking about it a little bit, I wore a red-white-blue ribbon on my backpack for a while because i was soooo patriotic, but with the people I know, it never ever really struck us as A Big Deal. It was like something had happened in another country.
Maybe that's how people on the East Coast felt about Pearl Harbor? THAT resonates more with me than 9/11, and I -saw- 9/11. It was just so far away, and how on earth could that effect me?
It wasn't until I was in college about a year later that I'd met someone from the east coast. She was incredibly melodramatic (as a person, maybe this was real, but the rest of her shit was not) and cried forever as she talked about her friends that lived in new york state (not the city)
Anyway, I shouldn't make fun of someone who may have been sincerely upset and grieving. At the time, it seemed like she just wanted attention.
As time has gone on, I've still not really understood why it was such a big deal. I think it was stupid and I'm mad no one beat up those guys. I really hate that it's become this symbol of why we're in a pointless war, and I'm really upset at the media and the government for not letting it be a tragedy we remember, but deaths to exploit.