Fire Alarms - 6:22 pm - 10-01-2008

Yesterday afternoon I was in my Sociology resit, minding my own business, when all of a sudden a piercing siren starts.
The head of maths comes in to tell us that it’s not a real fire and that we should just continue working.
And develop a headache.
1 minute later I was finding it very difficult to concentrate.
The next minute I found myself almost righting “siren” in my essay, which was not about sirens at all.
15 minutes after the siren started we were told to stop writing.
By this point I had quite a headache.
20 minutes or so later the siren went off and we were told to resume.
The exams officer came in and said
“Right, the alarm’s sorted now so we’ll give you an extra 15 minutes time, is that ok?”
No one said anything but everyone was thinking the same thing.
“No, we lost 20 minutes of time plus 15 minutes whilst we were attempting to work through the alarm,” I said.
“Fine, how about 20 minutes then?”
I wasn’t happy with this but I wasn’t given opportunity to speak.
I had been keeping an eye on the clock the whole time and rationed my time between the 3 sections.
However, as a result of the siren my 2nd essay (the 3rd part of the question) was half the size of the first.
I thus, doubt my grade will be anywhere near as high as it should be.
If I don’t get into Oxford because of this I will be furious.
Apparently the alarm went off because one of the exams officers burnt some toast.
I have made toast hundreds of times and not once have I jeopardised anyone’s prospects of getting into university.
Why are people so shit?