I saw some post the other day by a teenaged girl, saying something along the lines of “y’all are mixing up the Challenger explosion and 9/11. There’s NO WAY teachers actually turned the classroom TVs on to watch the towers fall. You millennials didn’t watch it happen live.”
then got sent home from school that day and saw it covered everywhere and it was the only thing everyone would talk about and wouldn’t shut the fuck up about. After a while it was just fucking annoying to hear about it.
I’m in Europe. I still remember my dad calling me on the landline after school, telling me to “turn on the TV and have fun”. To this day I don’t understand why he added the “have fun” part…
I was in my first year of graduate school when it happened. When we got out of class at 11 am, I rolled up to my laboratory and it was empty. At around 3 pm, one of the techs came into the lab and was like, “Why are you still here, NYC is under attack.” No one notified the graduate students what was going on, and I had way to much work to be fucking around with looking at the news. The best part was, I was from NYC and most of my family was down there. I was pissed no one in graduate administration checked in with me to let me know what was going on.
I was literally in between jobs, at home which at the time was in The Netherlands and by chance was watching CNN International and saw the second plane hit the Twin Towers as it happened.
I saw some post the other day by a teenaged girl, saying something along the lines of “y’all are mixing up the Challenger explosion and 9/11. There’s NO WAY teachers actually turned the classroom TVs on to watch the towers fall. You millennials didn’t watch it happen live.”
Oh girl, we absolutely watched it live.
It was our generation’s Pearl Harbour. You remember the exact moment you heard about it and what you were doing.
For me, I was in the car, getting driven back to school after having gone home for lunch.
then got sent home from school that day and saw it covered everywhere and it was the only thing everyone would talk about and wouldn’t shut the fuck up about. After a while it was just fucking annoying to hear about it.
I’m in Europe. I still remember my dad calling me on the landline after school, telling me to “turn on the TV and have fun”. To this day I don’t understand why he added the “have fun” part…
I was in my first year of graduate school when it happened. When we got out of class at 11 am, I rolled up to my laboratory and it was empty. At around 3 pm, one of the techs came into the lab and was like, “Why are you still here, NYC is under attack.” No one notified the graduate students what was going on, and I had way to much work to be fucking around with looking at the news. The best part was, I was from NYC and most of my family was down there. I was pissed no one in graduate administration checked in with me to let me know what was going on.
I was literally in between jobs, at home which at the time was in The Netherlands and by chance was watching CNN International and saw the second plane hit the Twin Towers as it happened.
So, live, a 1/4 of the way around the World.
I believe you (I’m 29) but why did everyone’s teacher wheel in the TV cart?
Mine didn’t, if I remember correctly. She thought we were too sensitive or something.
My school, we had a CRT TV up in the corner of each room. How else would we see the student-produced morning announcements?
I remember some schools having that, others not