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This evening, Zach and I were in Courtney & Kelsey’s kitchen making cookies when the fire alarm went off in the building. We went outside in the hall and noticed it was smoky, so we went outside; as it turns out, someone had set off their fire extinguisher, which is super, super dangerous. SO, we’re standing outside, and Court went back in to make sure everyone was out of the building. We’re outside for a good 10 minutes with the alarm still going off and Irish kids just moving the party outside before one of Gort’s security guards finally shows up and walks in; he starts asking around for the people who live in the apartment in question and then leaves. No cops, no fireman, no poison control, no actually authority to make sure everyone was okay.
Zach and I both felt the effects of whatever CO2 exposure (even though we were only in the building for like 3 minutes and covered our noses and mouths with our shirts, so we left right away and spent a good deal of time trying to convince certain occupants of a certain apartment building to sit in our building until the smoke/fire extinguisher/whatever had dissipated.
The lack of response is really terrifying—what if there had actually been a fire? No official went in to make sure everyone was out, there were no fire fighters or anything; it was all up to a student who has emergency response training. That’s way too much for one person to handle, and, quite frankly, is completely irresponsible of both our apartment complex and local authorities.

As usual drunk kids are STUPID. I guess it doesn’t matter which side of the pond you’re on.