Journal Entry #  2    Date:  November 22, 2002 
Entry Title: Night of the Living Dorm Students
Last night was lots of fun.  I suppose I should start the story at the time we went to bed.  My boyfriend was exhausted after staying up the previous night to finish his math homework, my roommate desperately needed her sleep since she had two midterms todays, and I was tired just because I'm lazy like that.  So we all get to bed around 1:30 am.  This being a very suitable time to go to bed for your average college student.  Now, the story should end with: then we woke up the next morning rested.  But no, that would be too easy.

So around 4 am (again I will remind you this is AM), we are jolted awake by the loudest and most god-awful alarm you've ever heard.  Flashing white strobe lights and a blaring EEHEEHEEH sound was really such a pleasant wake up call.  I am at least conscious enough to realize it is a fire alarm.  So I drag my boyfriend out of bed, tell my roommate to hurry, and go into the hall, where students are slowly streaming out of their rooms, asking anybody who will take charge, what they should do.  Okay, not even I am that dumb.  I seriously fear for the state of our nation when the up and coming generation takes over. 
Get out of the building, dumbasses, I say without adding the dumbass part.  So every person, on all eleven floors, rushes to go down the main staircase.  Note that there are four stairwells, but everybody goes down the main one.  This is probably because during normal times, you cannot go down the others because you will set the fire alarm off if you open the door at the bottom.  Of course, the Fire alarm was already going off, so it wouldn't have mattered, but you know how people get in emergencies; their brain seem to go into sleep mode just as their adrenaline in pumping.

The scene is now set, with I don't know how many college students all crammed into te same stairwell.  Of course we get stuck there in the flow of people, and nobody is able to move for a while until the crowd slowly starts to thin out.  Thank god it wasn't a real fire, or we would have all been burned alive.  As we finally make our way out of the building, and the cold air hits us, we realize that here we are, at 4:30 am, standing outside in one of the coldest nights in Madison thus far.  And, of course, we are all in our pajamas.  This makes us pissed off college students.  Then the police and fire engine come, and make a half-assed effort at making sure there is no fire.  They don't really try all that hard, since they know that the alarm was pulled by some drunk college kid, who thought at the time that it would be FUNNY.  Again, I fear for the future of our nation.  In the meantime, I think it would be best if I went back to bed.
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