Last Sunday, before our day even begun, and when everyone was trying to get as much sleep as possible, the worst possible thing happened: the fire alarm went off. 

It's not that the girls were afraid of fire. Our dorm supervisors go through the tedious task of fire-drills every semester, ushering all the girls out and not allowing them in until everyone is out. So going out wasn't the problem. The problem was: it was 2 freakin' am in the morning. 

Needless to say, I did try to wait it out, stayed in bed and hoped that it's a false alarm, as it usually was when there isn't a fire drill. But then I heard people running, so I thought I should take it seriously. I got up, and walked to the hanger to wear my abaya, but I stopped half way because, "I couldn't see." 

Don't ask how this was logical, but nothing was when you just forced yourself to wake up. So I went back to my bed table, wore my glasses, then put on my abaya. The next illogical thought was, "I need my phone." Not my key card, but my phone. So I went back to my bed side table, unhooked my phone from the charger, and just left it there. 

It was a good thing that I stood at the threshold of my room. It turned out that the smoke came out from one of the rooms in our hallway. At first I thought it was a girl smoking, but later I found out that she was heating something in her microwave, and it burnt. And she made no effort whatsoever to call the supervisor and tell her it was a false alarm.

This fire-alarm business effected our attention span the whole day. Which made us hate the girl- who the hell eats at freakin' 2 am in the morning?!