FIRE!!!

It was fire drill day today. Yay. A few things before I get on to the actual fire drill. The first is, I am ALWAYS cold. In the summer when everyone else is down to their nickers and sweating like a... well you know what barnyard animal I mean, I don't think it is politically correct to say the name pig, so I will let you fill the blank in, anyways, when it is just that hot, I am comfy. Not sweltering, not gasping for air, COMFY; and it gets worse the closer winter gets. The colder the weather gets the colder I get, to the point that I would gladly pay money for a small animal or even a petite sized human being to take up residence in my coat with me just so I could siphon off some of their body heat to supplement my own. I really, really...REALLY hate the cold. Another thing before I get to the fire drill story is a fact about myself. I am not what you could call 'petite', under any circumstances. Frankly, I am fat. Hope that terminology doesn't upset you because that is the word I use for the size I am. All other words that mean 'fat' are just polite descriptions in a catalogue. On to the fire drill story. We were in last class, which was business, all learning about things like gross domestic products and how to be Amish and so on when the fire drill noise rang. We had been given a bit of a head's up about this happening and were prepared, but still when it actually rang we were all (very methodically and calmly) heading for the door to exit the building. Frankly, I was all for staying in there and pretending to be a casualty, since those kinds of drills happen, you know, the ones where the fire people come across a person playing a heart attack victim or a person who had a heart attack from the bell ringing. I could be a very convincing heart attack victim if they would just let me stay in the room, but nooooooooooooooo, out you go with the rest of the skinny warm people. FINE! I head out the door with everyone else, down the hall, down the stairs, out the door into the freezing cold I like to refer to as September, standing near others so that I could hopefully suck some of their warmth from them without them noticing, all the while thinking that even though I love my school, excuse me, community college, a tiny little fire maybe in a waste paper basket or in the very middle of the floor of an unused room would have been just the thing to warm me up, but, alas, that would be asking too much of even the most tolerant faculty members there, so I endured the torture of standing huddled in the cold while everyone else stood in short skirts and sandals and talked about their classes, their boyfriends, Twitter(which is a hot topic at the moment), what was for supper, and so on. Very abnormal way to dress for this time of the year if you ask me. We were given the all clear that the 'fire' had been contained and to go back to class. Back in, all the way back up the stairs, allllllll the way back down the hall to our room. Fat people really don't like the stairs, or at least this one doesn't, so being the professional I am, I endured yet another round of torture compounded with the torture of being sent out into the Arctic conditions in the first place, and went back upstairs with a bare minimum of rather unprofessional phrases being whispered so that only I could hear them. Oh well, it was all for our benefit I guess, I would never want to find out that we were unprepared and someone was seriously hurt, I have met some really great people and am really starting to get the hang of how to refill a water bottle at the re-hydration station (water fountain for all you old-school people)so for all of you who now are my new friends, this selfless act was for you; don't waste it, and don't expect it all the time. All is well now, I am home and changed into three pairs of fuzzy jammies and a bathrobe, drinking a molten cup of hot chocolate, and warming up nicely. When I finally can feel the tips of my fingers I will crack the books again. Turning pages with my lips tends to make the pages soggy and gives me paper cuts on my lips. Anyhoo, it has been a slice talking with you all, another adventure will, I am sure, present itself tomorrow, so until then, later days friends, ♥Sue.