Showing my age now.

I was a junior in college. Had an exam at 1 PM. Hanging around the student union just before & walked into the bookstore to say hi to a friend who worked there. She told me about the shooting. Went on to class, hoping the professor would send us home & forget the exam. I hadn't studied that much the night before. Official word of his death hadn't been released yet. 20 minutes into the exam another professor came in & whisper something in the prof's ear. I think we all knew at that moment, but had to continue with exam. As we finished & left the room there was another prof standing outside the door that would stop us & tell us what had happened.
The weirdiest part of that hour was a cold front blew through between 1 & 2. Went into the class on a warm sunny day. Walked out 1 hour later with clouds & a cold wind blowing and an event it was hard to wrap my mind around.
My age of innocence had come to an end. The prof didn't grade the exams, returned them a week later & gave everyone an "A"