Today we had a fire drill in the dorm. I could have sworn we left all of that behind in grade-school, but alas, we are still not intelligent enough to find an exit and escape a blazing inferno on our own. Really, these drills only serve to perpetuate the stipulation that the fire alarm does not, in fact, matter. Oh well.
In any case, we were out on the lawn, and I was talking to my friend Scott. He is from Shanghai. His full name is Jiang Zhongle.
"Scott... do you have Chinese fire drills?"
I was told that I'm a terrible person :D:D:D:D