I hate fire alarms
So this morning, I was up, wandering around my room, getting stuff ready to go, when as I set foot out the door, the nauseating blaring sound of the fire alarm (accompanied by the ever present flashing light of doom) shattered the peace of hallway. I hate fire alarms. I'm an RA, so fire alarms not only mean I usually have to wake up, but I have to make sure everyone else wakes up. Believe me, I am not a happy person when awoken from a peaceful sleep, and I will yell at you if you are not out of your room. I will also threaten abuse if next year's freshmen do not learn how to make popcorn properly. We had our microwaves in my building taken away due to a little stint called: "4 nights of fire alarms during finals week in the first quarter" and we haven't gotten them back since. Moral of the story: Be nice to your RAs, and don't wake us up, because it makes us really grumpy. And also, make sure you know how to make popcorn BEFORE you get to college.