I was in 4th grade at the time, and for no apparent reason, they told us to get our coats on and to go outside...it wasn't recess time either, and we were all kinda thinking that the school building had a problem or something. About a half hour later, were were called back in and the teacher, Mrs. Jones, was showing signs that she had been crying and was upset, and then they told us over the PA system what had happened. We were all wondering what was going to happen next. We weren't let out early since a lot of the students had to be bused home, and the buses weren't due for a few hours. So for the rest of the day we were told to get a book and read and be quiet. I remember the funeral on the television, and all the news reports that took up all of the television time for the next week. It was a sad time for us all.