Picture this:

It’s 5 o’clock in the morning. You didn’t go to bed until 1:30 because everyone in your hall is crazy and you decided to have a hall party even if it is the middle of the week. Then, at 5 O”CLOCK IN THE MORNING a billion frilly, shrilly, stupid, red boxes of evil wake you up and your roommate has to throw a pillow at you so that you will open your eyes. Surprisingly enough, inside of the rooms the noise isn’t so bad, it’s when you step into the hall that the wave of obnoxious shrieking comes crashing down around you.

And did I forget to mention the part where you’re fined $200 if you stay in your room? So out of our beds we climbed and down the hall and down four flights of stairs–which are just obnoxious in the wee hours of the morning as they are every other part of the day (we don’t have an elevator–not that you could use it in a fire, but we were all aware it was a drill). So down and around and around and around we went until finally we got outside just to find out that it was not warm outside like it had been all week, but really Really REALLY FREAKING COLD! Probably 40 degrees–which isn’t 20 degrees–but it might as well be when everyone is wearing sleep shorts and tank tops. Thankfully I had thought to grab a hoodie on the way out.

A hoodie, but not my key. So, there I was with my floor. Outside in the freezing cold, locked out of my room, as 500 other kids came to join us from the surrounding residence halls. At 5 o’clock in the morning. I suppose it could have been worse. I mean, there could have been a real fire. That’s worse.

Right?

I don’t know, at that moment I could have strangled a puppy. A fake puppy, though, not a real one, because that would be mean.

The early bird may get the worm but the second mouse get’s the cheese–if that saying even applies here.

Oh well,

Mel