I was a high school sophomore in Weymouth. We began watching President Kennedy's arrival at the airport. You could hear low mutterings of the girls in class commenting on Jackie’s hat and also how handsome the young president was. Like the dropping of the atom bomb, we witnessed the shooting. There was one collective intake of breath and immediate shouts of ‘No, no, no. Oh, my God, no.’ I don’t know if it was me, the teacher, or the whole class that seemed to be responding with one giant, horrific intake of fear and disbelief.