We Almost Died.

Remember that time when I said that college is an adventure? Well, wow, it sure is.

Yesterday, after the greatest trip to the DI ever made, Michelle, Kim and I came back to our apartment and chatted and waited for Jason (Kim's boyfriend) to show up to take her to play tennis and dance in the "rain." Also while we waited, I decided I wanted pizza for dinner, so I preheated the oven. The preheating process took FOREVER. Practically an hour later I was able to place the delicious, frozen cheese pizza in the oven and set the timer to 21 minutes. Michelle was standing by (Jason had finally come, so Kim was gone) as I placed the pizza in the oven and after about a minute a small explosion happened inside the oven: the pan had moved itself. Weird.

I needed to write a rough draft for my English class (due today), but I wanted to watch a movie with Michelle, so I hurried into my room to try and write while my pizza was cooking so maybe I could finish the paper and then enjoy my pizza while watching Disney's Pocahontas.

Didn't work out quite like I had hoped...

About 18 minutes into writing--I was deep in thought--I heard a huge explosion. Honestly, my immediate thought was, "OH NO! MY PIZZA!" I thought my pizza had blown up. I ran out of my room and down the hall; Michelle was at the end of the hall, so I made my way toward her. I didn't smell smoke and the smoke alarm wasn't going off: my pizza was safe. Then, the fire alarm starting screaming outside our apartment door. We started screaming and shaking and we were definitely in panic. The only other person home was Clare: our very shy, but awesome, roommate. Michelle yelled that we needed to leave. My thought: MY PIZZA! There were 23 seconds left. I started towards the oven, but Michelle again made it known that we had to get out, so I sprinted down the hallway, put on some shoes--and got my phone--and sprinted back down the hallway to Michelle and Clare. We opened the door to leave and the screaming fire alarm became an even louder scream, since the sound was no longer muffled by our thick door. There were other Winterhaven tenants out there just standing around so I was thinking: what the heck? We're obviously not living our last few moments of life or else these people would be freaking out like us. Greg--a fellow winterhaven tenant--told me what had happened after I yelled at the top of my lungs to find out. All the while, me and Michelle are shaking uncontrollably.

Some stupid college kid had made a stupid bomb thing with bathroom cleaner and something else and it blew up like he intended it to. Dumb immature college guy trying to give me a heart attack, pretty much. And holy cow did it work--not really. I'm not dead, guys.

We were told it was safe to stay in our apartment, so we gladly did so...but man were we still shaking. The fire alarm was still going off and it was loud. I got to eat my pizza, though. I ate while we replayed aloud the events that had just happened. While I enjoyed my delectable cheese pizza, I called my mom and told her the whole story, still in a panic. And later we told Melanie--another roommate--when she came home and when Kim and Jason got back, we told them the story, too. It's definitely a story worth telling.

So...We almost died. Not from a "bomb" exploding, but from each of us having almost-heart attacks. This event is just another thing in favor of my resolution: College sure is an Adventure.