So, 3 hours ago Sarah, Carrington and I were chilling the apartment and realized that the room above us smelled like smoke. We got the RA and informed him for the sole purpose that we wouldn’t have to go outside in the icy rainy cold because someone set off the fire alarm.

Okay, now fast forward to 20min ago. Carrington and I are in my room watching the Incredibles and Sarah is in the kitchen making NO BAKE cookies. All of sudden I hear Sarah yelling… “Alani! Carrington…(something garbled)….cookies!”  We run down the hall expecting delicious cookies only to find a kitchen of smoke!

I open a window and start fanning the smoke away from the detector, but the detector in the living room goes off. And it is soon joined by a chorus of other annoying beeping cries from multiple floors and screams of “WTF!” Sarah is standing horror-stricken and bewildered in a kitchen strew with chocolate.

Our efforts having failed, we run and find coats and I grab my keys (at the moment Sarah’s are MIA). Carrington is in basketball shorts and I cannot find him real pants. I was in my pjs and without a real bra (now I understand, Sarah). He and I throw on coats and we run down the hall, Sarah stashes Oggie under the bed under towel in such away that it conceals nothing and searches for the RA.

We leave down the hall and our neighbor Chris sees Sarah red in the face and flustered and declares “It was you!” amid sea of angry people cramming for Friday 8am and noon exams.

But all was resolved rather quickly.The smoke still occasionally triggers another alarm, but whatever. Nobody killed her (which was damn well in their best interest or they would have to deal with me).

And the cookies came out okay.