I was on the Professional Skills Course in Birmingham with my fellow trainees just about to start. We were staying in halls in the city centre university campus.
We were in an exam as the first plane hit. As we came out of the exam and turned on our phones we started getting bleeps of messages from friends and family. As we were walking through the porters lodge the telly showed the second plane hitting.
My fellow trainees said they were going to the library to revise for exams the next day. I went into town and bought a portable radio and supplies for the day and binge-listened. One of my fellow trainees got locked in the library that night because she was revising so long.