I woke up today to the lovely sound of the fire alarm going off. Last semester I configured my schedule so that the earliest I would ever have to be in class is 11:30 am. What is the point of that if they’re going to do fire drills at 10?
When the alarm went off I was half-asleep and thought that the alarm had gone off from the steam in the shower (yes, this does happen, the RAs warned us about it, happens at my house, too). So I spent a good few minutes standing on my bed trying to figure out how to turn the damn thing off, only to realize that there was no button on it.
So, next I got my computer and went out into the living room to try and find out how to turn it off by looking online. Then I realized that the sound was even louder in the living room than in my bedroom and looked out the open windows. There was a whole crowd of people standing around.
Oops. Everyone’s alarm had gone off. Then it clicked. Fire drill! All my roommates were in class, so I grabbed my keys and left the building. The alarm stopped two minutes later.
Better than last year’s fire drill, but still not fun.
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The alarm you have over there must not be too obnoxious. When it goes off at work, people jump straight to the ceiling first and then EVERYBODY rush to get out, not because we want to follow the procedures, but to get away from that noise.
Oh the alarm was quite obnoxious. I just wasn’t aware that it was going off due to a fire drill.