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Wednesday, February 18, 2004

2-18-04 

It was about 11am. I was on the 4th floor of my building in the lab working on the computer. I heard the noise outside. A big loud gushing started from the construction area adjacent to my building. I didnt really think much of it. Those kinds of noises happened all the time. The construction is constantly noisy. So i continued my work then eventually retreated to my office to do some paperwork. Emerging from my office around 11.45, i noticed a unusual still silence in the hallways. Hmm. Went down a flight of stairs to get a signature from a prof. Again the hallway was deserted without a soul in sight. I now noticed that all the doors that are usually open were closed and locked. At this point it kinda felt like a twilight zone or something. After realizing that the building was completely empty i went to a window. I noticed long strands of that yellow police tape completely encirlcling the building i was currently in. I was inside the quarentine. Interesting. I had better get the fuck out. So I grabbed my stuff and hauled ass out. Talked to a police officer outside the line and he questioned me why i was coming out of the building. I explained to him my confusion and he abrubtly said, "Didnt you hear people running around in the hallways telling you to GET OUT!?" I said, "no".

Apparently the loud gushing was the main gas line that the construction people hit. I wandered about outside for a bit admiring the amount of mass confusion that this even reaked. There were police and firemen giving conflicting instructions. Helicopters flying overhead. People running in confusion. Traffic began to line the streets while students and pedestrians were wondering what the hell was going on. A reporter stopped me and i told her my story. She asked me my name and revelved in the info i was giving her. She asked me, "how did you get out??". I said i walked out and went under the tape....sorry. I was tempted to tell her i scaled the building using my own clothes as a rope.

My 12.30 class is most likely canceled. Which is good. But now im in the library without a lunch, and my lungs kinda hurt......seroiusly.

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