So I go to class this morning, for my 10am government exam. Five essay questions, two of which the professor plucked randomly from a hat. There was a big cheer when he drew question 3, about nuclear weapons and the Cold War. So Professor N. was happy, we were happy, writing our essays. Ten minutes into the exam, I'm just hitting my stride. The essay is coming into place in my head, I'm writing and writing.... it was great.
Then the fire alarms begin screaming, and lights begin flashing.
Half the auditorium screamed in frustration and half cheered in hilarity. After being chased out of Welch "Death Trap Fire Hazard" Hall, we sat in the street listening to sirens. My poor disappointed professor shooed us all away. So on Friday, we have to show up and redraw our questions and redo the exam. *sigh* I was so ready for this. If I find out who was responsible for this, I will kick their ass up and down Speedway... Peachy. Just absolutely fucking peachy. Bah. This is exactly why my father forbid me to take classes that meet in Welch.
On the bright side, I recited my Czech poem brilliantly today, and Professor P. was so interested in the StalinWorld article I sent that she asked me to talk about it in class. The rest of my day was nice. So I'm going to do nothing tonight. Watch Burnt by the Sun again, and maybe Luna Park too. Make lemonade with these giant lemons my father picked in South Texas. He brought grapefruit too. Mmm citrus fruit. Delicious.
Then the fire alarms begin screaming, and lights begin flashing.
Half the auditorium screamed in frustration and half cheered in hilarity. After being chased out of Welch "Death Trap Fire Hazard" Hall, we sat in the street listening to sirens. My poor disappointed professor shooed us all away. So on Friday, we have to show up and redraw our questions and redo the exam. *sigh* I was so ready for this. If I find out who was responsible for this, I will kick their ass up and down Speedway... Peachy. Just absolutely fucking peachy. Bah. This is exactly why my father forbid me to take classes that meet in Welch.
On the bright side, I recited my Czech poem brilliantly today, and Professor P. was so interested in the StalinWorld article I sent that she asked me to talk about it in class. The rest of my day was nice. So I'm going to do nothing tonight. Watch Burnt by the Sun again, and maybe Luna Park too. Make lemonade with these giant lemons my father picked in South Texas. He brought grapefruit too. Mmm citrus fruit. Delicious.