||[Jan. 27th, 2003|11:21 am]
Last night, I was working on some school stuff, and at about 1ish I finally crashed only to wake up about ten minutes later to a whumping noise. My mind finally recognized that the noise was the fire alarm when my room fire alarm went off. So, I got up, fumbled on a dressing gown, grabbed shoes and a coat, and staggered out of my room.|
Mind you, I'm living on the seventh floor of a dorm. And there's snow outside.
So, I headed over to the dorm next door, and settled back to wait inside. Someone came in to tell everyone that one of the guys on the first floor set a fire, but it was already out by the time the fire people got there. R from my floor was pretty miserable since she was fresh out of the shower, and we headed down to the basement to wait it out in the warmth of the laundry room.
At 2 in the morning they let us back in the dorm.
The alarms went off again at 3.
They didn't make us go back outside though.
*gnaws on fire alarms & stupid people setting fires*
The only "good" thing about this is that the first floor is pretty small, so I assume that the boys have found who's to blame.
The worrisome thing is that the basement was wet last night like the sprinklers went off, as was the front hall. I hope that the room sprinklers didn't go off on the first floor.
Cripes. Reminds me of my time in the dorm. The people in our hall just could evidently not GET the concept of "do not put popcorn in the microwave for ten minutes and walk away".
Actually, my dorm usually has almost no fire alarms. There's usually the drill at the start of the year, and that's about it. Maybe one or two during the day.
The dorm with kitchens the first year I was here was having about four a week. Poor guys. There's a reason why I didn't choose that dorm.