Yup, folks, that’s right. I’ve now seen it all. Been there, done that, made the t-shirt myself.
You’ve heard about my roommate. You’ve read about our basketball team. You’ve read about our fucked-up Student Government and the presidential candidates thereof. If you were around last July you saw that I have some activity in student organizations.
I discovered I was bi last . . . October? I think I have yet to convince my roommate of that, despite his advances.
I decided against posting a mini rant against whoever lit something on fire two floors above me last week because, quite frankly, I didn’t care that much since it only took a few minutes to resolve.
This . . . this is way fucking different. Now, there are a few basics to get out of the way so I don’t sound like I’m whining any more than I actually am:
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This is a no-smoking building. All five floors. And if an alarm in one hall of any of the eight halls (the first floor has no residents) goes off, the whole building goes off, so to speak.
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There have already been several fire alarms this year. There were three in the first week of the fall semester. And I know for a fucking fact that this one was not planned.
How do I know this? Couple reasons. Firstly, we’re currently . . . oh, a week away from finals. I don’t think this school is sadistic enough to have a fire drill at 3:30 AM one week from finals. Secondly, as I was walking down the hall out of the building, I happened to see the hall trash can area, and someone was spraying the whole room because apparently something was on fire. And lastly, because the firechief person who came to talk to us at around 4 AM told us that the fire had been caused by a cigarette being tossed into a trash can.
So there were two fire trucks that came and essentially washed the fire away. My room was half-flooded (luckily the only things that were substantially wet/damaged were two pairs of pants and part of the carpet), but most of the people in the hall are fucked. One girl’s computer conked out. The fire people didn’t turn the electricity off before they started spraying, which became a concern later (think: “Hey, my computer and its power source are awfully near that water . . .”). And the carpet will smell something fierce for a while, unless it’s replaced (which it possibly will be, God-willing).
So I’m one of six people out of 26 on that half of the floor who has the option of sleeping in my room tonight. And the entire building (which is over 200 people) got a nice wake-up call at half past 3 that someone had been playing with fire. AGAIN. Not too pleased with that.
So I’d like to give a hearty
FUCK YOU!!!
to whatever Fucksickle was careless enough to do this. It’s not like we’re ALLOWED to smoke in this building. There’s a reason for that. Think maybe next time you’ll remember the rules apply to you too?
Fuck. I can’t even get properly pissed off. I’m still in shock . . . it’s actually funny. That someone would be THIS stupid . . . gah.
Fuck. FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK!