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::looks around::
Yeah, I know I'm normally not up at this hour.
This is a standard "I'm not dead" post. People in Hamilton seem to freak out if the smallest little thing happens in my surrounding area and I want to bite this event in the butt before anything flares up.
This time it was a fire in res. Allow me to clear up the facts:
1. The smoke was mostly all in Second Floor East. I'm in Third Floor West. You can smell the smoke a little over here, though.
2. It was contained quickly.
3. It was small enough that they allowed us return to our rooms. I don't need to stay elsewhere.
4. No cause is known at this time.
That being said, it wasn't a fun time at all. I had a big childhood fear of fires and whenever something like this happens, it fares up again. Case in point: when the staircase at my high school burned down in 2002.
At 3:... something AM, I was sleeping and heard a buzzing noise which I thought was the alarm clock. I would have stayed in bed, but Mike the RA pounded on my door and screamed "Wake up and get the #$%& out!" He did this to everyone's door, not just mine.
What happened next is a blur. I think I fell out of bed and, for reasons unknown to me, picked up my fuzzy slippers. Note, I didn't put them on, I picked them up and carried them. I totally forgot my keys and my coat and everything else.
I "woke up" running down barefoot the stairs and exiting through the backdoor. This where my clear memories start.
First thought in my head:
What the heck is going on?
Second thought:
Why am I in the snow barefoot?
So...I threw on my slippers and walked around front. Remember, this is Thunder Bay on an early morning in the winter. It's windy and FREEZING. I had on a sweatshirt, PJ pants and slippers with no backs. The wind went through my clothes, my slippers filled up with snow and I honestly couldn't stop shaking.
I found JP in the front. He was smarter and wearing shoes and a coat, but he's also on the first floor by the exit. He has time for such things and laughed at me forgetting them. We were both clueless to the current state of affairs until the res employees got smart and let us all in the activity room. Cold res students are not happy students. That's when we learned about the fire.
20 minutes later we got to go back to our rooms.
That's all that happened. If anyone south REALLY wants to call me about this, go ahead, but I'm completely fine and NOTHING IS WRONG. Relax a little.
This is a standard "I'm not dead" post. People in Hamilton seem to freak out if the smallest little thing happens in my surrounding area and I want to bite this event in the butt before anything flares up.
This time it was a fire in res. Allow me to clear up the facts:
1. The smoke was mostly all in Second Floor East. I'm in Third Floor West. You can smell the smoke a little over here, though.
2. It was contained quickly.
3. It was small enough that they allowed us return to our rooms. I don't need to stay elsewhere.
4. No cause is known at this time.
That being said, it wasn't a fun time at all. I had a big childhood fear of fires and whenever something like this happens, it fares up again. Case in point: when the staircase at my high school burned down in 2002.
At 3:... something AM, I was sleeping and heard a buzzing noise which I thought was the alarm clock. I would have stayed in bed, but Mike the RA pounded on my door and screamed "Wake up and get the #$%& out!" He did this to everyone's door, not just mine.
What happened next is a blur. I think I fell out of bed and, for reasons unknown to me, picked up my fuzzy slippers. Note, I didn't put them on, I picked them up and carried them. I totally forgot my keys and my coat and everything else.
I "woke up" running down barefoot the stairs and exiting through the backdoor. This where my clear memories start.
First thought in my head:
What the heck is going on?
Second thought:
Why am I in the snow barefoot?
So...I threw on my slippers and walked around front. Remember, this is Thunder Bay on an early morning in the winter. It's windy and FREEZING. I had on a sweatshirt, PJ pants and slippers with no backs. The wind went through my clothes, my slippers filled up with snow and I honestly couldn't stop shaking.
I found JP in the front. He was smarter and wearing shoes and a coat, but he's also on the first floor by the exit. He has time for such things and laughed at me forgetting them. We were both clueless to the current state of affairs until the res employees got smart and let us all in the activity room. Cold res students are not happy students. That's when we learned about the fire.
20 minutes later we got to go back to our rooms.
That's all that happened. If anyone south REALLY wants to call me about this, go ahead, but I'm completely fine and NOTHING IS WRONG. Relax a little.
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