This morning at approximately 2 AM, I was woken up by the melodic sound of the fire alarm. Having lived in the dorms for the entirety of my college experience, I was not particularly surprised. Without hesitation, I put on a coat and went outside in the freezing cold while I waited for the alarm to subside. Despite having been abruptly woken and tossed outside in blistering weather, I managed to keep a cheery attitude.
Time passed without incident, and eventually we were permitted to reenter the building. I went upstairs and crawled into bed, despite being wide awake at this point. I don’t know how long I was laying down before the next fire alarm went off, but I remember clearly muttering, “You’ve got to be kidding me.” Again, I put my coat on and exited the building. Zach and I made casual banter and scoped out various cuties, and my mood never became foul. When someone informed us that we would have to go to the lounge to be lectured by the Fire Marshal, I became mildly annoyed, but I went all-the-same. I went to the lounge and scoped out a couch to sit on, and when someone told me we couldn’t sit there (for reasons unexplained and no doubt non-existant), I said, “Fair enough,” and I sat on the floor.
The Fire Marshal did not share my casual disposition, and understandably so. He informed us that whoever let off the fire extinguisher that sparked the alarm had just interrupted him from tending to a beaten, near-death boy. He went on to give a lecture about how such chicanery was unacceptable. I completely agreed. There were some people there, however, that were insistent on being complete asses and making fools of themselves by interjecting with smart-ass phrases. By this point, I had become thoroughly annoyed.
The Marshal let us leave, and we proceeded to the elevators. While I was there, some man was babbling on about how the Marshal’s story must have been bogus. Because, you know, he had a good reason to lie and all. The man persisted expressing his indignation - and more importantly, irritating me - until finally, someone told him to simply, “Let it go.” My hope was that a dead silence would fill the area, but no such luck - the first man now had to debate and argue until finally the elevator came to take him away. The elevator must have been that man’s guardian angel, because if it had come a moment later I would’ve killed him with my bare hands.
I was able to get on the next elevator, and I went back to bed. I was again wide awake, and I layed in bed for a solid hour before sleep overcame me.
I hate college students.
Can anyone suggest a place where the inhabitants aren’t all worthless?