Four Drills in Two Weeks

Within a span of two weeks, my dorm has had four fire drills
The first one occurred a little under two weeks ago on a Tuesday night. I was finishing up my math homework when I heard the screeching shriek of the alarm in my room, a sound so loud that it would cause a person to go deaf in a matter of minutes. While I was outside, I saw other residents in my dorm, chatting and waiting for the alarm to shut off so that they could go back inside. I even saw people playing with the Frisbee to kill some time while outside. I joined in on the fun, even though I was horrible when it comes to catching. While I was out there, I thought to myself, “Well, it’s just another drill. There’s nothing unusual about this situation.” One of the more humorous happenings during that drill was when a student came outside a while after the rest of us did in nothing but a towel. He apparently was taking a shower when the alarm went off. Everyone jokingly applauded him as he stepped outside. After about 15 minutes or so, the alarm turned off and we went back inside.
The following Sunday, about a week ago, I was working on my homework when, this time, the alarms in the hallways went off instead of the ones in our rooms. Nonetheless, I knew it was another fire drill and I had to go outside. I asked myself, “Didn’t we do this a few days ago? Weird!” I wasn’t sure if it was another drill, someone left something burning, or if some guy pulled the alarm to cause trouble. Whatever the reason was, I was outside once again with the others, waiting to go back inside. It was a nice day outside; everyone didn’t seem to be agitated by having to go outside again. I am guessing that they were also a little perplexed by going out again just days after the last fire drill. Once again, I found myself playing Frisbee with the others and once again unsuccessful at catching it most of the time. Eventually, the alarm shut off again and we were allowed to go back inside.
I thought that would be it when it came to fire alarms. However, I was mistaken as I would be interrupted later on that day. I got backed to work on my homework and I thought to myself, “Why didn’t I bring my football with me while I was out there? I could have brought it and tossed it around with the guys and make the situation more fun? Oh well, I guess I will bring it with me when the next drill occurs; a drill that came much sooner than I thought. Suddenly, several hours after I came back inside from the first fire drill, the alarms went off yet again. It was then that I said to myself, “You have got to be kidding me!” It was the second drill to occur in a single day, I could not believe it. This time, however, I remembered to bring my football with me. When I got outside, the others were there as well. I could hear some of them talking about what I was thinking, about how strange it was that the fire alarm went off again. I took my football that I had brought and passed it to some of the others. I found that I was not any better catching a football than I was with a Frisbee when they threw the football back to me. I did, on the other hand, find out that my throwing technique had greatly improved since I last spent time throwing the football. After passing it, I started punting the football which I also seemed to have improved on. I kept on passing the ball as well as kicking it; I did not want to go back inside. Ultimately, the alarms turned off and two thoughts entered my mind as I walked back into the dorm. The first one was, “Hmm, maybe this is a sign that I should be a fireman when I graduate. I seemed to be well prepared now as to what to do when the alarm goes off.” The other thought that entered my mind was, “You know, I would not be surprised if the alarm went off again today. It has already gone off twice, why not a third time?” I felt that would have to be the end of the fire alarms for quite some time; they had gone off enough. That theory would be disproven the following Thursday.
It was this past Thursday at about 1:30 in the morning that I was working on my homework when I heard the alarm go off in my room once more. “Here we go again” I thought to myself as I grabbed my football and headed outside. It seemed like this process had been burned into my brain. I looked at some of the others, a couple of them were laughing in disbelief, thinking that this could not possibly be happening again. I went outside and found out that it was extremely cold outside. Everyone else was wearing long pants and long-sleeved shirts. I, on the other hand, was wearing shorts and T-shirt and was freezing beyond belief; I also was not wearing any shoes or socks. Fortunately for me, I had brought my football. I looked for people to throw to but this time, fewer people were interested in playing ball. Great deals of them had been awoken out of bed by the alarm and were not in the mood. I did find others to throw to, but they were not interested in playing for a long time; that, and someone else had brought a football as well which made it more difficult to find people to throw the ball to. After minutes in the sheer cold, we were called back inside.
It had been an interesting experience going outside time and again. I was thinking, “Alright! Alright! We get it! You don’t have to set off that alarm anymore.” I wonder when the next drill will be; honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if my dorm had another drill tonight.