I had started the 8th grade a few days earlier. When I found out about the terrorist attacks, I was sitting in my 8th grade english class. We were actually having a class discussion about the effects of violence after hearing some rumors that an ubelievable amount of planes went into various buildings in NYC. I just assumed that this was another stupid rumor started by someone with nothing better to do. That all changed when my teacher read her email aloud. Students were given the choice to stay at school or go home. I chose to go home. Being that my father and brother are both firemen, we went to the fire station to hold a little prayer service after hearing the news. That service I feel is what helped me calm down and really understand the magnitude as to what happend to our country.