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SO. You'll never guess what happened to me today. Well, maybe you will, BUT PROBABLY NOT.
For those of you who don't know, a brief overview of my university life: I am an English major in OU's Honors Tutorial College. HTC is a tiny (about 300 students total) outshoot of OU's larger student body, designed to givesmartasses honors students who care more about grades than life a personal, intensive program focusing on their individual interests. It eliminates prerequisites and core classes from their schedules and instead puts "tutorials" or one-on-one classes with a highly qualified professor in their place. Very cool, but tons of hard work for the students. My current tutorial is taught by my director of studies in her area of expertise: medieval English literature. There are four people in the entire course--me and three freshmen. We meet in the history-philosophy-classics-English building, Ellis Hall. (A common hall, not particular to HTC.)
On to the good part.
I was in a two-person tutorial in my professor's office today at about 12:50. We have a midterm due in two days, so we only had to bring questions over this week's book instead of the customary five-page paper. She asked me why I disliked Troilus for Chaucer's Troilus and Criseyde so much and as I was blustering through my answer, a piercing cacophony erupted above out heads. I fairly yelped, and Eden (the girl who was in tutorial with me) jumped. Dr. D barely blinked.
It was the fire alarm. All around us I heard people coming out of their offices, saying "Is this for real?" and "Should we go outside?" Eden and I packed our stuff to go (tutorial was scheduled to end at 1pm anyway), and Dr. D said, "No, wait, it's nothing. They would email us if it was anything serious." She checked her email and there were no new messages. So she asked Eden her opinion on Troilus.
Now, we're kinda shouting to be heard over the siren, right? And I can hear people evacuating. I keep waiting for the alarm to turn off and Dr. D to dismiss us--but instead, she decides to go on a soliloquy about how Troilus is actually Chaucer's ideal romantic hero. I can't even really hear her over the siren (despite the fact that she's only two feet away), and my entire body is kinda spasming at this point due to the panic brought on by sitting under an impossibly loud siren for an extended period of time.
Finally she looks at her watch, realizes that it's 1:15pm (yes, a quarter of an hour AFTER we were supposed to be dismissed and TWENTY-FIVE MINUTES after the alarm had first started going off) and lets us go. At this point I shout that I hope there actually is a fire, as this will make a great anecdote. Dr. D tells us to come back up to the third floor and get her if there are a bunch of people standing around outside (her tone implying that obviously no one would be foolish enough to do that since this is simply a drill).
We step out into the hallway only to be assaulted by the ever-louder alarm. (My eyes are watering at this point.) We head to the stairwell and see that there are a couple hundred nervous-looking people standing outside--just outside the police tape. We run back upstairs to get Dr. D and she poo-poos us and heads back into her office.
So Eden and I make a break for it and discover that the reason the building had been evacuated was there was a bomb threat. A BOMB THREAT, PEOPLE. AND THE POLICE THOUGHT EVERYONE HAD EVACUATED ALREADY. So Eden and I come spilling out of the doors and people are all like "OMG WHY WERE YOU STILL IN THE BUILDING?!" And we were all like "WE WERE IN TUTORIAL! DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH OF OUR OVERALL GPA THAT'S WORTH?"
Yes.
Uh-huh.
HTC: WE'RE FUCKING HARDCORE.
For those of you who don't know, a brief overview of my university life: I am an English major in OU's Honors Tutorial College. HTC is a tiny (about 300 students total) outshoot of OU's larger student body, designed to give
On to the good part.
I was in a two-person tutorial in my professor's office today at about 12:50. We have a midterm due in two days, so we only had to bring questions over this week's book instead of the customary five-page paper. She asked me why I disliked Troilus for Chaucer's Troilus and Criseyde so much and as I was blustering through my answer, a piercing cacophony erupted above out heads. I fairly yelped, and Eden (the girl who was in tutorial with me) jumped. Dr. D barely blinked.
It was the fire alarm. All around us I heard people coming out of their offices, saying "Is this for real?" and "Should we go outside?" Eden and I packed our stuff to go (tutorial was scheduled to end at 1pm anyway), and Dr. D said, "No, wait, it's nothing. They would email us if it was anything serious." She checked her email and there were no new messages. So she asked Eden her opinion on Troilus.
Now, we're kinda shouting to be heard over the siren, right? And I can hear people evacuating. I keep waiting for the alarm to turn off and Dr. D to dismiss us--but instead, she decides to go on a soliloquy about how Troilus is actually Chaucer's ideal romantic hero. I can't even really hear her over the siren (despite the fact that she's only two feet away), and my entire body is kinda spasming at this point due to the panic brought on by sitting under an impossibly loud siren for an extended period of time.
Finally she looks at her watch, realizes that it's 1:15pm (yes, a quarter of an hour AFTER we were supposed to be dismissed and TWENTY-FIVE MINUTES after the alarm had first started going off) and lets us go. At this point I shout that I hope there actually is a fire, as this will make a great anecdote. Dr. D tells us to come back up to the third floor and get her if there are a bunch of people standing around outside (her tone implying that obviously no one would be foolish enough to do that since this is simply a drill).
We step out into the hallway only to be assaulted by the ever-louder alarm. (My eyes are watering at this point.) We head to the stairwell and see that there are a couple hundred nervous-looking people standing outside--just outside the police tape. We run back upstairs to get Dr. D and she poo-poos us and heads back into her office.
So Eden and I make a break for it and discover that the reason the building had been evacuated was there was a bomb threat. A BOMB THREAT, PEOPLE. AND THE POLICE THOUGHT EVERYONE HAD EVACUATED ALREADY. So Eden and I come spilling out of the doors and people are all like "OMG WHY WERE YOU STILL IN THE BUILDING?!" And we were all like "WE WERE IN TUTORIAL! DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH OF OUR OVERALL GPA THAT'S WORTH?"
Yes.
Uh-huh.
HTC: WE'RE FUCKING HARDCORE.
