Fire Alarm

    Last night, or should I say early this morning, I was rudely awoken by the sound of the fire alarm blaring in the hallway.  At first I simply thought that I was dreaming of the sound, but then I realized something confounding, I was awake.  I then thought to myself "it must be an alarm on one of my roommate's phones!!!!  that a**hole." But as I began to wake up and think more clearly I realized that the sound that was now blaring in my ears was not the usual tone of their alarms.  I sat up in bed and sleepily asked Steve, my roommate, "is that the fire alarm?"  He lifted his head and a look of dread crossed his face as he got up out of bed and walked to the door.  He was only half way to the door when he said "yep that's the fire alarm."  I moped for a second and then got up to put some clothes on before I made the trek outside.  My brother seemed to not realize what was happening and just lade in bed as Steven and I got ready.  I grabbed some shorts and a shirt and threw them on his bed saying "get dressed the fire alarm's going off."  Once we were all ready we slowly stumbled down the hallway to the stairs and then outside, where we were met by roughly 60 other students in the same situation as us.  I would say that they had tired faces with aggravated looks but I honestly couldn't see them without my glasses or contacts.  We waited as patiently as possible and the thought finally arose, what if this isn't just a fire drill?  This made me worry for a minute but if it was at least we were out and safe.  But it was just a drill, so we stumbled back up the stairs pissed off because we were forced out of bed at 12:20a.m. by some one who thought it was a good time to have a drill. 
     None of this was fun but probably the worst part of this entire experience is the fact that my brain began to race when I got back into bed.  I couldn't stop thinking how the situation would've been different if we had seen smoke in the hallway or even flames.  This thought didn't even begin to leave my mind for at least an hour, meaning that I lost a good hour and a half of sleep because of a fire drill.  My third fire drill at Blanco hall to be exact.