I was in 9th grade. It was just after lunch and I was in gym class. We were going to be doing square dancing so we were all out on the floor in our places waiting for the teacher. A few of the kids said that they had heard that the president was dead but we did not believe them. The principal came on intercom and told us the news. We all sat against the wall and waited for class to be over. We had to go to class for the rest of the day but we just sat there. School was out for the next few days and of course the funeral was on television. I will never forget the riderless horse during the funeral procession and John saluting his father at the funeral. I was 11 years old and felt the sorrow and loss of a beloved leader.