The fire alarm goes off every other week.
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Remember that distinct, piercing blare? The one that could shatter the quietest late-night study session or, more often, drag you from a precious few hours of sleep at 3 AM. It became an almost predictable rhythm, didn't it? A spontaneous symphony of disruption that punctuated our intense academic lives. The culprit was often a burnt microwave popcorn bag, a steamy shower, or less frequently, an actual, albeit minor, incident quickly resolved.
You’d shuffle out, wrapped in a blanket, joining the collective groan of sleepy brilliance, sharing knowing glances that said, “Here we go again.” That immediate, unspoken camaraderie among a hundred sleep-deprived individuals standing in the cold, gazing at their esteemed halls. It was a bizarre rite of passage, wasn't it? In institutions renowned for intellectual pursuit, these mundane disruptions were a peculiar form of sound pollution, an almost comedic counterpoint to the profound discussions happening within those very walls. They taught us resilience, the value of a fire exit map, and perhaps, the art of sleeping through anything. These moments, as chaotic as they seemed, are etched into our dorm life chronicles, a unique chapter in our shared experience.
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