So, I’m writing this blog post at about…6:06 in the morning the DAY OF FINALS. Why am I awake? Not because I was pulling an all-nighter studying, but because someone pulled the FIRE ALARM at this time. Yes, the FIRE ALARM. So the entire building has to shuffle out in the freezing weather–many of us in pajamas–at this time in the morning, forced to wake from our pre-finals reverie and become insanely stressed out. Now I have to get back to sleep–not a problem, I can do that easily enough–but I’ve just lost a good 30 minutes, I’m cold, I just stood outside with nothing but a phone, my wallet, and a baseball cap for half an hour, and I’m annoyed.
Gah.


