bewilderment, rage, and nostalgia

Posted on | December 14, 2003 |

Through the fog of my dream state, a shrill noise pierced my ears. It took forever, which was, of course, merely moments, to swim back to the surface of consciousness. What is that incessant noise and why won’t it stop? Then, as my bewilderment faded, I realized the freakin’ fire alarm was that which had pierced my peaceful slumber. I faintly remember jumping out of bed, grabbing my keys, and stepping out the door. Others, groggy and angry, streamed from theirs.

Now I remember why I hated living in the dorms. Some @$$hole had pulled the smoke alarm as well as thrown an unknown compound on the walls and on my door. A compound quite similar in appearance to oatmeal. And just as I had managed to get my shoes and a sweatshirt, the alarm stopped. If this was USD, we would have had to stand outside while RAs canvassed the building. Thankfully, here that was not the case. I pulled myself back in my room and plopped down on my bed. Damn miscreants.

What a great punctuation to my last night in temporary housing.

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