December 1, 2005


Do you know what's worse than having the fire alarm go off at 11:30 at night?

Standing out in the cold, huddled like masses yearning to be free from the tyranny of 21 degree weather.

And then.... waiting ten minutes for the fire truck to come. It would have been faster if we would have walked to the fire station and gotten the hoses ourself.

(Actually, the alarm went off because another one of the new ovens installed this summer malfunctioned. Second time it's happened this semester. We were never in any real danger. However, we have fancy new fire alarms that require that someone from the fire station turn it off. No one at the building has the ability to turn off the alarm.)

What's worse is the fact that the firetrucks turned the wrong way on our street, and we watched them drive away.

To top it off, once the fire truck realized its mistake, a few blocks down, they decided to do a Y-turn and got stuck in the process, blocking off the road, just sitting there in the middle of the road, turning its wheels and inching back to make its way over to our place to turn off our fire alarm.

And then it began to snow.

And you know what's even worse?

No cute firemen.

Here lies a most ridiculous raw youth, indulging himself in the literary graces that he once vowed to eschew. Now he just rocks out.