I was a junior in hs and in English class. The school had no PA system and someone came to the door, whispered something to the teacher who told us the president had been shot. We were let out of school after that class and spent the weekend watching the nonstop tv coverage.
In what was always a strange decision to me, the NFL didn’t cancel the Sunday football games - my father had tickets to the Eagles game and we went - can’t remember who they played. On the way to Franklin Field, we had the radio on and heard Jack Ruby had shot Oswald. After we got home, I just remember being glued to the tv, probably until the funeral was over. The whole series of events were some of the most significant and saddest in my lifetime.