When you sleep and do NOT hear the fire-alarm in a 26-story building and you are on the twentieth floor, you are, well, not extremely well off, to put it nicely.
Last week was a week of fire alarms. The first one was, I think the weekend before the beginning of last week. I was sleeping heavily (it was 2pm), and I heard a strange bell. I disregarded in my sleep until, I think, 5 minutes later when another alarm (POWER ALARM) went off (I want an alarm clock like that), which woke me up instantly. I realized it was the fire alarm and I quickly got dressed. I admit, I stood for 30 seconds with my clothes on, wondering whether I should bring my newly purchased computer with me (with all my photographs on) and my camera (also with photographs in it), but no, I went down twenty stories by stairs.
6 fire trucks came, and they found, after some time, a guy had been cocking and that the heavy smoke development had set off the fire alarm. Now we know that it works.
Two other fire alarms went off, but they were drills (we did not know beforehand), but could quickly enter the buildings again (not as above…. all the firemen had to check the building). One was at school, another one here at the dorm.
(And, yes, I know that I promised you stuff on Monday, but I am very very very very very busy… I have to hand in two problem sets tomorrow, so you’ll have to wait a little more for crisp pictures from museums, the Yankees – you name it – cause that’s what comin’ at ya.