I guess this is a little late, but I had no idea that you were running a topic like this here at CivFanatics, so i just have to write about my day also.
At the time i lived in Costa Rica, and so i woke up to go to school just like any other day, did everything, and as i was putting on my shoes or socks or something in the dining room(i lived like 3 minutes from the school, and i was in a hurry cuz it was almost 8:00), and the tv is allways running in the dining room, and i saw the first crash . They were explaining that it's either a small plane or an attack or something, but i was in a hurry and my dad was allready calling from the garage, so i left. I got to school, and told my friend half-seriously "Dude they're attacking your country" but no one really believed me, since i wan't even sure myself. So class started, and like 10 minutes later the teacher comes in and strats explaining that something hit the twin towers in NY, they don't know bla bla bla. There are no tvs with cable in school, and we had to go to second period gym class, but as soon as it was break time, i headed for the library and grabbed a chair.
The small tv there only received satellite signal, and we could barely make out any images, not to mention audio. We could however make out the unmistakeable WTC, and then we say it crumble to the ground, and from what we interpreted, they had evacuated the buildings and leveled them for security reasons or something. It didn't make sense to me, how could they level the symbol of NY, i had the feeling it wasn't that. Only about 20 people were there watching it, which is pretty sad now that i think about it. As the classes passed, i was still puzzled. It wasn't till i got home that it all came together in my head.
I went up into my room, and switched straight to CNN. They didn't level the towers for security reasons, they collapsed, with everyone inside, with people jumping out the windows, crushed together with the towers, and others trapped in the debris. Then there was another attack at the Pentagon, and one that crashed in PA. All i could do was stand there and watch, just watch it all, all the replays of planes flying into the towers, and as they got more videotapes from people, it just got worse. I understood it, but couldn't really believe it. I don't remember saying a word that day, not even at dinner, it was all so strange, it's like i was watching, thinking, but not really thinking. And as i went to bed, Frank Sinatra's NY NY sounded so different then.
Next day at school and the whole week i couldn't think about anything else, just wanted to go home and watch it all, what they were doing to clean up, the new information, and the people gathering together. And as the days passed, and moods changed, and people were quickly losing hope and you could see it in their faces, even on television. I was born in Germany, but i am more American than many of my american freinds, even though i've never even lived in the states. This was no distant event. Just seeing all those people with posters of loved ones, searching and hoping, and all the firefighters, the half-mast flags at the white house, and even worse the pentagon, it was just so undescribable. I can still remember those days immediately following the attacks very clearly.
On Friday that week, first period i got a little note from my teacher, and then i ran into the headmaster in the halls, and he said that he had picked 15 high schoolers to go with him on a bus, and i was one of them. We went to the Costa Rican equivalent of the White House, and they held a memorial service, and only 3 schools were there with about 20 students each. All the important people from the government were there including the president, and . The President spoke as did others, , and choirs were singing amazing grace and such. As nice as it all was, it wasn't nice at all.
That's how my Sept 11th (and week) was.