I'm fairly certain the University is conducting some sort of experiment to see how many frustrations us students can handle before someone snaps and sets the building on fire. I thought they had succeeded today when the fire alarm went off in the middle of my workout--not to mention about 50 students' exams--but after spending 20 minutes wandering the university in a sweat-soaked shirt, a headband clearly made out of scraps of an old t-shirt, and bleach-stained sweatpants (I like to exercise in style), I was allowed back into the building. Having a fire alarm go off in the middle of a kinesiology exam will probably make at least one person blow a fuze, so I expect to return to class in the new year to find the school has been taken over by students from the applied health program.