All was looking good until...
1am-3am (NO EXAGGERATIONS) there was a fire drill. Dozens among Dozens are left outside helpless in the cold. Chants after chants of "Let Us In!" were for nothing. The "RESCUE TEAM" was there allowing no entry (except for RA's). Pretty funny when you think of the many dozens of kids outside in the 10 degree weather that may need rescue after this. There were people out there in sandals, shorts, jackets that would not zip up because mine broke due to the door being forced shut upon my zipper. It was a living hell. Also, my converse Chucks do not serve as great snow shoes, btu as as a great conductor of anything wet ever. The stench of bad breath could be smelt as well as seen in the nippy air. Rowdy men swearing at the bumbling cop (had to be maybe 23) being the only thing separating us from the warm, heated, dormitory lobby. As well as words, but snowballs were thrown at random people. the only thing felt besides the cold air was...actually nothing. The feeling in my hands, arms, legs, feet, everything were absent during the two hour stint of the Snowstorm Fire-Drill of 2005.