Heritage Halls Believes in Safety First.
Last night we had a fire drill. I had planned to be out of the apartment at this moment, since standing barefoot in the snow in my pajamas while they mark everyone's name off on a sheet is not high on my list of exciting activities. Unfortunately, I'd forgotten about the whole thing, and was lolling on the couch discussing pizza with my roommate when we hear a faint, whirling sound goes wandering around outside our door.
We attempted to lock the door, but when the RA got out her keys there was a rush of squealing girlflesh to the bedrooms where we attempted to look asleep. Unfortunately, our RA, carrying the love child of an air horn and one of those tooty things you blow at New Years and six-year-olds' birthday parties to usher us out into the cold.
Indeed, our buildings have NO FIRE ALARM. Our entire system of defense is a girl who has as many classes as we do, carrying a four-inch-long toy that couldn't be heard through more than one wall. We'e safe here, yep yep!
We attempted to lock the door, but when the RA got out her keys there was a rush of squealing girlflesh to the bedrooms where we attempted to look asleep. Unfortunately, our RA, carrying the love child of an air horn and one of those tooty things you blow at New Years and six-year-olds' birthday parties to usher us out into the cold.
Indeed, our buildings have NO FIRE ALARM. Our entire system of defense is a girl who has as many classes as we do, carrying a four-inch-long toy that couldn't be heard through more than one wall. We'e safe here, yep yep!