You know how fire drills and the procedures that come with them are instilled in us ever since elementary school? Those rainy or snowy cold days, or those disgustingly hot days standing out in the field, whenever that dreaded or desired alarm goes off...We wait until the fire truck and the fire fighters come along and makes sure it's all clear, and give us the OK to head back inside. The drills continue on into high school. I remember hating high school drills, just because they usually happened on the worst of days: really cold, raining or snowing. Seriously. It happened. A lot.
But ever since I started university I noticed something...No prof ever stops his or her lecture for a fire alarm. Ever. Never ever.
It's kind of funny actually: you hear the shrilling of those red bells go off outside the lecture hall, all the students take notice, including you, and you turn to look towards the door, but the professor continues to talk. He doesn't care, he just wants to finish the lecture he started and be on his way.
All I'm thinking when an alarm goes off is, "Is there actually a fire somewhere?" And then, "If there is a fire somewhere, and the professor continues to talk, how would we know to evacuate or not?" I continue to think of scenarios of what would happen. "Does our school have a PA system? Would they announce it across campus? Would they send runners to every single lecture hall on campus to let us know that there is a fire in one of the buildings? Where would we go?...I HAVEN'T LEARNED THE FIRE DRILL PROCEDURES FOR THIS PLACE!!!"
I know, ridiculous, but welcome to my brain.
Love.
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