I was in high school. I remember turning on the radio (I was a talk radio guy even back then) and hearing them talking about it. It just didn't compute; I assumed it was some gag and in horrible taste, so I turned the radio off and made breakfast.
Turned the TV on just in time for the 2nd plane to hit. Spent the rest of the day glued to the news; skipped school, and the next day it was like a ghost town still. I remember my friend (who was a bit dark; trench coat, shades, etc., everyone always thought he would be "that guy" that went and shot up the school. Of course he never did, but that's what people thought) wore hawaiin shirts and other festive stuff, not out of disrespect but sort of as a "okay guys, chill out and let's focus on the actual bad guys for a little while."
Man that's crazy, I had completely forgotten about Jorge until I dredged up these memories.