DONE and fire alarms.

My semester is ovvvaaaahhhh.

Glory be.

I think - I'm not sure, but I think - I may have wrecked my last exam (Europe: 1917-1922). Wrecked as in answered the questions right for the most part and in a way that will blow my jerk professor away with their brilliantness.

That or I wrote a bizzillion pages of bullshit. I dunno.

Well, whether I rocked it, or whether I somehow rewrote the history of the Russian Revolution, the exam period itself was eventful. Halfway in, the fire alarm went off.

Maybe it was that everyone was really into their exams, maybe it was the fact that it was -20something degrees Celsius outside, maybe it was because the proctors were just staring at us not knowing what to do, or maybe it was because everyone's brains were fried from all the studyage they'd been doing, but no one really moved. A thousand students sat and blinked dumbly wondering what to do. Then few stood. And then some proctors started telling people to sit back down. Then we all sat.

And five minutes later, with the alarm still going off, everyone stood up and went outside.

There was no fire. There was probably just some asshole who got into his math exam and realized that he knew nothing. If he was ever found, failing the exam would be the least of his worries.

After being let back in, the alarm continued for another 15 ear murdering minutes. A collective sigh and round of applause accompanied its silence.


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And also this:[From Buttersafe.com]

This is the exact reason I stopped wanting to be a surgeon. Damn invisible patients.

Interesting note: Invisible people's blood turns visible once it leaves the body. It's an oxygen thing.