I stayed in the dorms over Christmas break because, well, it was just easier. I did visit home today, and it was fairly nice.
And I got to see my nephew who was, as always, adorable.
So I got back to the dorm, and did several things [including taking a nap.
Turkey always makes me tired]. Basically, I was in bike shorts, my shirt, and slippers.
The fire alarm went off.
So I had to scramble around, shove my feet into my sneakers, and grab my coat. I even forgot my cell phone.
Run outside...discover that thank Gawd I am not the only one who stayed behind...
And discover that obviously, it was not a drill.
I live in C wing. Apparently there was a very strong smell of burnt rubber in D wing. So what it sounded like was...someone might have forgotten to unplug something this break...
The fire department came. And the fireman was like [to the 4 of us who were standing right outside D wing], "You guys can come in, it's freaking cold out here. If anyone gives you crap about it, just say the fire dude said you could."
AND then he turned the fire alarm off.
And then on his way back through, basically said we could go back to our rooms if we wanted, so I did...and by now, the burnt rubber smell had permeated through to my hall. Yuck.
And JUST now...like about an hour after I got back to my room...the firetruck left.
Yikes. I guess it wasn't anything terribly serious, but I have a feeling that someone might be in big trouble after this...