I was in the fourth grade and the class next door was listening in on a ham radio to Kennedy's Dallas trip so they knew immediately when he was shot. Their teacher came to our class and in shock and near hysterics announced it to our class. We were the first to hear about it and our classes were immediately dismissed and we all went home to watch it on TV. By the time we got home they were just announcing he was dead. We were off school until the funeral was over and were glued to the TV. So sad a time and I was living in NJ at the time and we had just gotten over the Cuban missle crisis the year before and people on the east coast were really nervous about a world nuclear incident happening too.