Hey again! Well, I made it to the end of January before the dreaded fire alarm took me out to the cold, winter night.
I was about to watch 90210 when a horrible noise came from the hall. My roommate was lying on the floor doing homework, and she just looked at me when the alarm went off. She then proceeded to ask if we absolutely had to go.
We sadly put on our coats and boots and started the walk down the eleven flights of stairs.
We shouldn’t have been complaining.
There was a guy with just a pair of shorts on who looked like he had just rolled out of bed.
The worst was the girl with wet hair, flip-flops, and a towel wrapped around her body. I think I would’ve risked catching fire, rather than go outside on a January night with no clothes on.
I guess my roommate and I assumed it was a drill because we didn’t take anything with us.
But a friend on our floor grabbed her phone, computer, and in her words, the most important thing, her birth control.
Next time, we are going to be more prepared.
When we thought the worst was over, we realized we had to walk back up those eleven flights of stairs.
I guess we should be going to the gym more because that was the hardest thing we’ve ever had to do.
We finally reached out floor and just sat on our beds and caught our breath. Then to add salt to the wound, our RA waltzed in and said, “Well, it was only a drill. You guys really could’ve just stayed in your room.”
Hopefully that will be the last time I ever have to flee from a fake fire.
~Nicole the Freshman