Math class was almost over, the bell had not rung but we were all out of our seats talking and making noise. Someone started speaking over the PA system but I could not make out what they were saying and no one seemed to want to be quiet, then the bell rang.
Out in the hall, my next class was wood shop, I headed for the stairwell. Three teachers came running up the stairs and announced, "Go straight to you next class!". Like we needed to be reminded in an urgent voice.
Down in the lower level where the shops were, everyone was packed into the electronics shop, standing room only. I stopped a the door and asked, "What's going on?".
"Kennedy's been shot!", came the reply.
I went on to the wood shop and a radio was playing. I wasn't too long before it was announced that Kennedy had died. Shortly, after that it was announced that school was being dismissed and the buses would be coming shortly, those of us who drove could leave whenever we felt like it.
I went and found my younger brother and we headed to the dairy store my mother owned. We stayed open over the next few days and had a tv in the backroom. I did not see it but my mother saw Oswald being shot by Ruby live.
School was out until after Thanksgiving, when we got back the math teacher chewed us out for not being quiet when the announcement came over the PA. We all had to write a page on our feelings about the assassination.
Fifty years seemed like a long time then but has gone by in a flash. To me, the assassination has always been the end of innocence. It happened at that time in my life when life was just beginning. But, so much more would happen for the nation over the next decade, it too was just beginning to come to grips with life.