Last week I was up around close to one in the computer lab, trying to get a final assignment finished for Political Science. At about that time I heard the dorm fire alarms go off. It wasn’t a courteous bell or even a siren, it was a wretched screeching noise that went off nonstop. I was already in by pajamas and barefoot, so I rushed to the staircase to so I could go into my room and grab my shoes, only to find that the stairs were closed off. That meant I had to evacuate to the parking lot and freeze my feet off until someone was nice enough to give me there socks (which helped only somewhat). Around this point the fire department came and were investigating the room. When it became clear that it would be a while the RAs said that we could all calmly walk over to another dorm building and just hang out in the lobby. While I was in there I remembered the lecture on fire safety that all the freshman had to listen to. We were told that the top cause of fires in colleges were arsonists by a landslide. Most pyromaniacs, but in many cases pyrophiliacs. At that point I was rather peeved that I had to risk freezing by ass off because some weirdo wanted a thrill of possibly sexual nature. After about forty minutes we were told that our dorm was safe and we could go back in. Turns out there was no fire, just a broken alarm system. Hey, at least the broken alarms DID go off!