I was a senior in college in upstate New York. I didn't know about it until right before the 2nd plane hit b/c I was getting ready for class, then I saw the footage in my economics class. The prof didn't know anything and then some kid piped up and he turned on his laptop to the big screen. People were flipping out- so many kids were from right near the city and had relatives that worked in Manhattan. By the time I even left that classroom, a blood drive had been set up in our computer center and the line stretched SO LONG for people to give blood.
The images that haunt me the most are the people throwing themselves out of the burning building. The desperation and pain they must have felt had to be overwhelming