I was in my sophomore year of college and had left my 8 am intro to philosophy class. When I arrived at my dorm someone was already watching it on a PC monitor rigged up with a TV antenna. I watched the second plane hit live.
I remembered being tortured by my awareness that as the day went on I actually wanted more attacks to happen. My life was boring and fake while this was REAL and exciting if horrific at the same time. I never realized how detached from reality I was until 9/11.