RED ALERT! RED ALERT!
On Saturday, November 6, 2010, I was a part of setting the fire alarm off in Barron Hall.
Before I go any further, I want to recap the events of Hockey Day that led up to my epic story.
Seniors vs. Junior-Frosh: A sweeping victory of 5-1 for the Senior team
All-Stars vs. Alumnae: A 1-0 victory for the Alumnae
Everyone had a blast, and there were no serious injuries!
After the games, the 3rd years (juniors) put on Wishing Well. This tradition is simply an improvisation of favorite class memories. My class had a lot of fun preparing Wishing Well, and we had a blast reminiscing.
Now, the real story can unfold.
I spent the remainder of the afternoon resting. Apparently, I am really out of shape. :-) My recuperation period was brief, and I was having a hard time focusing on my homework. This usually happens to me after a busy day.
What are girls to do in Marion on Saturday night???
My friends and I consider it a challenge to keep ourselves entertained. During my Judson career, it is very rare that I do the same thing on the weekends (well, besides homework).
A group of us decided to play with shaving cream. You know, put it on the floor and draw? If you have never tried this, it is cheaper than an Etch-A-Sketch. Also, I've been told that it's a great stress reliever.
This managed to hold my attention for about an hour. Holly Beth, Bethany, and I decided to play with modeling clay. We spent a long time working on our masterpieces. I made a little man to give to my friend Maggie for her birthday. Holly Beth had laboriously made some trinkets that looked like Christmas ornaments.
It was then time to bake our handicrafts! We were using a legit brand called Sculptey.
As usual, this is the part of the story where the plot thickens. Holly Beth has a toaster oven, and we thought it would make a great substitute for a real oven.
Five minutes later, the room became smoky.
The smoke alarm began chirping, and we pulled the tray out of the oven. Our sculptures were toast! I opened the door of the room not realizing Barron's smoke alarm was right above the door frame.
Everyone began exiting the building. I called security and told them to not call the fire department. Needless to say, Barron's residents sighed when they found out a spurt of creativity sent them outside.
Did I mention that it was 11:30pm?
Anyway, I learned three things from this episode:
--Toaster ovens are not real ovens.
--People are not comforted by, "Well, at least it's not a real emergency" when annoyed.
--It only takes one mishap to earn a spot in next year's Wishing Well.