The worst thing about going to an expensive private university is that the students can afford expensive drugs, like coke. This gives them the ability to get super strung out the night before your first final and pull the fire alarm while you’re in the shower. Said fire alarm then forces you to flee the shower and head out into the cold, foggy, San Francisco air while watching said coked out student fight a cop while the building gets inspected for an actual fire. Meanwhile, you must wait for over an hour to go back into the residence hall, and when said hour is up, it’s 2:30 am and you hardly get any sleep.
Last night was AWESOME.