90. Describe a humorous experience you have had.
My friends and I somehow manage to get caught up in some of the craziest situations when with each other. But the problem is that, there just isn't enough of them. Yes, we have our shares of laughter and joy, but nothing compares to this moment that I experience with one of my closest friends last winter. Sometimes when I get bored or feel upset, I play this memory in my head over and over again. It manages to always cheer me up in an instant.
It was last winter, when my friends and I were preparing for our history exam. I think it was around two in the morning and all of us were dead tired. We were excited that the semester was coming to an end, but we were just so stressed about this history exam. We couldn't be happy but we couldn't be distracted either. It was a real dilemma. So at around 3 o'clock in the morning, we decided to take a break. I said that I was hungry and asked my friends whether they had any food. They looked around at each other and said that they did but the problem was that the only food they had was cooking items. I had an idea ... for as long as I could remember, my friend was trying to break out of the dorm for the hell of it ... just to see if it actually works. Midlands, the name of the dormitory I live in, is exactly like a prison. Long corridors, bright lights, and 20 ft high fences surrounding the proximity (little bit of exaggeration, but it's true). I asked her wheter she wanted to try picking the lock on the kitchen so we could cook and leave immediately. She agreed, though reluctantly. The only problem, we didn't have a bobby pin. So I went hunting ... and finally after 10 minutes of sheer torture, I found one. At last!!
So she tried to open the kitchen and my other friend and I stood guard in case anyone came along and asked us what we were doing. Thankfully, everyone was sound asleep during this hour. After 10 minutes, I heard the "click" and the "clack". I was so thankful at that point. None of you realize how much I was starving then. So in a haste, we cooked Ramen noodles and Maggi, and locked up the kitchen. After finishing the delicious meal, I was prepared to go to bed. After all, a days hard work deserves some sort of reward. But then, just when I was about to leave, but roommate enters the room and tells us that she thought she smelt gas. I looked wide-eyed at my other two partners in crime. We quickly rushed to the door of the kitchen, and what do you know, the gas smell leaked all the way outside, through the walls to the bathroom next door. I started panicking. After all it was my idea.
At first we decided that it would be easier to pick the lock again and air the kitchen out, but picking the lock with shaking hands took longer than we expected. So, instead, we rushed to our dormparent and told her that the kitchen was smelling of gas. She got up immediately and ran down to the kitchen with her keys. She was baffled by such an event, and she started pinpointing who she thought could be the culprit. What she didn't realize was that we were standing right in front of her. Guiltly, I turned around and walked away from the big chaos happening in the lounge.
She started checking the kitchen's gas cylinder every 2 seconds before closing up the kitchen for the night. In the beginning, we all felt guilty for what we had done, but didn't have the courage to own up. Even though we wouldn't have gotten into trouble, it was still embarassing that we weren't able to cover our tracks. But after a week, it slowly started to die down and we started making fun of her paranoia, though we were the cause for that. To this day, I still see her checking the kitchen's gas cylinder in a paranoid manner. It is quite a funny site. But I am thankful to her as well as my roommate, if they weren't there, I don't know where any of the girls in Midlands would be right now.
My friends and I somehow manage to get caught up in some of the craziest situations when with each other. But the problem is that, there just isn't enough of them. Yes, we have our shares of laughter and joy, but nothing compares to this moment that I experience with one of my closest friends last winter. Sometimes when I get bored or feel upset, I play this memory in my head over and over again. It manages to always cheer me up in an instant.
It was last winter, when my friends and I were preparing for our history exam. I think it was around two in the morning and all of us were dead tired. We were excited that the semester was coming to an end, but we were just so stressed about this history exam. We couldn't be happy but we couldn't be distracted either. It was a real dilemma. So at around 3 o'clock in the morning, we decided to take a break. I said that I was hungry and asked my friends whether they had any food. They looked around at each other and said that they did but the problem was that the only food they had was cooking items. I had an idea ... for as long as I could remember, my friend was trying to break out of the dorm for the hell of it ... just to see if it actually works. Midlands, the name of the dormitory I live in, is exactly like a prison. Long corridors, bright lights, and 20 ft high fences surrounding the proximity (little bit of exaggeration, but it's true). I asked her wheter she wanted to try picking the lock on the kitchen so we could cook and leave immediately. She agreed, though reluctantly. The only problem, we didn't have a bobby pin. So I went hunting ... and finally after 10 minutes of sheer torture, I found one. At last!!
So she tried to open the kitchen and my other friend and I stood guard in case anyone came along and asked us what we were doing. Thankfully, everyone was sound asleep during this hour. After 10 minutes, I heard the "click" and the "clack". I was so thankful at that point. None of you realize how much I was starving then. So in a haste, we cooked Ramen noodles and Maggi, and locked up the kitchen. After finishing the delicious meal, I was prepared to go to bed. After all, a days hard work deserves some sort of reward. But then, just when I was about to leave, but roommate enters the room and tells us that she thought she smelt gas. I looked wide-eyed at my other two partners in crime. We quickly rushed to the door of the kitchen, and what do you know, the gas smell leaked all the way outside, through the walls to the bathroom next door. I started panicking. After all it was my idea.
At first we decided that it would be easier to pick the lock again and air the kitchen out, but picking the lock with shaking hands took longer than we expected. So, instead, we rushed to our dormparent and told her that the kitchen was smelling of gas. She got up immediately and ran down to the kitchen with her keys. She was baffled by such an event, and she started pinpointing who she thought could be the culprit. What she didn't realize was that we were standing right in front of her. Guiltly, I turned around and walked away from the big chaos happening in the lounge.
She started checking the kitchen's gas cylinder every 2 seconds before closing up the kitchen for the night. In the beginning, we all felt guilty for what we had done, but didn't have the courage to own up. Even though we wouldn't have gotten into trouble, it was still embarassing that we weren't able to cover our tracks. But after a week, it slowly started to die down and we started making fun of her paranoia, though we were the cause for that. To this day, I still see her checking the kitchen's gas cylinder in a paranoid manner. It is quite a funny site. But I am thankful to her as well as my roommate, if they weren't there, I don't know where any of the girls in Midlands would be right now.
I just hope your dorm parent never reads this!
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