I had just pulled out from a local school after finishing a program on the French & Indian War. I was sitting at a red light when the news was announced and I remember looking in my rear view mirror at my musket and thinking “well, so much for that part of education”. I was right and wrong - some schools expect me to do my first-person lessons just in colonial attire but many rural and private schools make an exception to “zero tolerance” when you can back it up in the lesson plan. Some places were fussy before so -------- no big surprises really.
I was, I think, interning at a Congressional Office and about to graduate from grad school. It didn’t really leave much of an impression on me, though. I think I thought, “Hmm, that’s bad”, but it wasn’t something that made the day stick in my mind, the way some other days (9/11, the day my nephew was born, etc.) did.