After mulling-through the fifth draft of my essay all night, I decided to rest at 6am. Few hours later, the fire alarm’s rough sound woke me up. Being a foreigner, I grabbed my passport first, then my laptop and other documents as I raced down the staircase. Crossing through block C to B, I saw all the accommodation staff dressed in very bright uniforms, with one holding a megaphone and softly telling people to get out of their rooms.
Indeed, “When the bush is on fire, the grasshopper has no time to say good-bye to one another.” I always check my flatmates but this time round, I ‘forgot’ about them and concentrated on my safety first. While at the fire assembly point, I remembered that I came to study Anthropology – I asked myself endless questions; Why are there so many staff today? Why register today? Is it a ‘special’ fire? Why are the staff dressed this way? Did they sensed the ‘fire’ yesterday and therefore came prepared for it? Why use a megaphone today?…
Before I could answer the questions, I heard a soft sound from the megaphone “The law requires us to conduct a fire round every six months. Thank you so much for responding and we apologize for inconveniences caused. We will arrange for drinks next week in the common room…”
By this time, many people were shivering and about to freeze. I walked quietly back into my room while talking to myself “I wish they brought the drinks now…”