I know for a fact it was a weekday because I was at school that day when it happened. My gut feeling is a Thursday.
I don’t remember what day of the week it was. I was about to head to work, but I got a call from the office telling me to stay home for the day. (We were located a few miles from the Pentagon.) I turned on the television and watched things unfolding in NYC.
Definitely a Tuesday.
I was driving to work and listening to the radio when I heard that the first plane had hit but it sounded like an aviation accident. I’m pretty sure that I was still driving when I heard that the second plane had hit (I was supposed to be in at 9 but I was a little late). We had an old television in the closet that we hooked up and rigged an antenna to watch. After we heard about the Pentagon being hit and the 4th plane being off-course we were more concerned about where that 4th plane was going since we are only 20 miles from DC (and I drove right past the Pentagon to go to work),. I remember I had a new patient scheduled who didn’t show up and when we called to check on him his wife said he was missing at the Pentagon. Scary day.
I knew it was Tuesday, but don’t have any specific memory of it being that day, it’s just something that is permanently in my head.
It was very early on the West Coast. I turned on the T.V., which was on the channel showing Bloomberg T.V., and there was a ticker running saying that the stock market was closed because of the World Trade Center attack. That’s when I turned to CNN and learned the full story.
Do you mind me asking what state you were in? We didn’t cancel classes - at least not early (I only had morning classes). It was a thousand miles away from us, so while everyone was very interested, it didn’t evoke big emotions that I noticed that day.
I was in college, too. Got up that morning and drove to school. No radio in my car. Got to class, and heard someone talking about terrorists, but I thought it was something to do with our assignment. We’d been assigned to do presentations and I can’t remember the specifics anymore, but I think it was about media and reporting and fear perception v. reality. I remember mine as being about campus crime and how, despite the scary headlines, statistics actually indicated safety. I had to listen a bit longer before I knew what was going on. Then we just did our presentations (I was one of the presenters that day and I doubt anyone was listening). During the class someone who had a radio told the rest of us the second building had collapsed. Finished class, went home (it was my only class that day), and watched the news for a couple hours.
I recall my class started at what would have been 10:30 Eastern time, so by time class was out and I could listen to the radio, the major events had already happened, so I didn’t have the same “real time” experience with the crashes that so many others did.
I did remember the day of the week, but more in a trivia way, as others have said. I remember not getting lunch right after class like I usually did because I wasn’t in the mood for eating and wanted to get to a radio to listen. I never thought of it before, but I guess it’s slightly odd that I never sought out others, either for company or for news. I do remember how sunny and pretty it was after I left class - a beautiful day. I remember noticing that, and thinking about it.
Without looking it up or reading other responses, it was a Tuesday. I remember because I used to have to pick up our paychecks at one of the vet’s main clinics and I had been watching the news reports all day. When I was driving there it seemed eerily quiet. I also remember them listening to news reports at the clinic.
I knew it was either that day or the one after, heavily weighted towards the right one. Those were the only days that made sense with the guidance I remember putting in an email that afternoon to my troops in the National Guard.
I was just parking at work when I heard about the first one. I stayed in the car to listen for a bit and was just about to head in to my desk when they announced the second. Those about 15 minutes sitting in the parking lot ended up being one of the most profound and influential times in my life.
I remember that it was a Tuesday because of some associated “least busy travel day of the week” stories in regards to less people being on the planes to offer resistance.
Of course. Wife and I had long weekend in minneapolis and drove back Monday. I assumed Tuesday morning I was going to have to tell all work friends what we did on the long wkend. I found when my wife called me, she had just seen 2nd tower hit. I stood up and told everyone sitting around me that there was some shit going down.
Tuesday. Clear blue sky. The kind of sunny, but low-humidity day that you get in May or September. The Mets had lost the night before. I was listening to WFAN talking about that when the first reports came in,
Since I retired on the last day of 1999, I basically go to my office only on the days of my seminar–which has been on a Tuesday for nearly 40 years. And there was a seminar that day.
For some reason I definitely remembered it was Tuesday without looking and was 100% sure.
I was in university, I left a class and happened to see a former highschool classmate in the hallway and she said something like “have you heard? New York is being attacked, they crashed a plane into the city” I thought for sure that she was mistaken or that it was just like one of those little 4-seaters, but then went back to my dorm room and watched the news for most of the rest of the day, except for:
I believe I also had an interview at McDonalds later that afternoon for a job to earn spending money, which i still went through with (and got the job).
I think I’ve heard a lot of retrospectives or something, remembering “that terrible Tuesday morning in September.” I knew without looking, but I’d say I with about 85% confidence.
I do, of course, distinctly remember the day, and getting my kids ready for school. We turned on the TV to watch a bit of children’s fluff after breakfast and heard the news.
I’ll remember that day if I live to be a million.
It was early in the week but not Monday so I was pretty sure it was
Tuesday
I know it but only because of a joke Doug Stanhope said.
‘Apparently your god takes tuesdays off’.
Without reading the rest of the thread, I’m not sure if this is supposed to be spoilered or not, but my recollection is that it was a Tuesday.
As for the who told me and where I was, I’ll be shocked if I ever forget any of that. It was unusual in that both my then-wife and I were awake rather early that morning. We always watched the KTLA morning news. I was in our home office and she was in the bedroom, and she called me in because of the story as it broke that a “small aircraft” had hit one of the towers. KTLA had patched into their NY sister station for the coverage, and so we had a live view of the second plane hitting. It was interesting, because my wife and I both knew immediately that that couldn’t have been an accident, but one of the news anchors seemed to be in a fog (I didn’t blame him), remarking about how it seemed like a strange coincidence.
I eventually headed off to work, and was inside my favorite breakfast joint in South Pasadena when news of the first tower falling hit.
I remember it as a Tuesday. It was while I was at work early, and not the first day of the workweek.