Mood:  energetic

Oh...  My...  Goodness!  I thought that Finals and Cars and Homeless Fish were bad....  But I was so unbelievably wrong!  Really, I was!  The absolute worst thing that can happen to a poor little head bunny is to be stuck in a thing called a "Fire Drill".  They suck.  They blow.  Now, I know that in all ordinary circumstances, something sucking and blowing all at once simply defies the laws of nature and physics, but somehow a Fire Drill can manage it!  It did indeed suck and blow, all at once.

I'm not exactly sure what happened, really.  Yesterday, Mousie and I had Fen drop us off early to go to the early session of Psychology; Gramma was picking us up after class for some things we had to do.  Mousie really needed to use the grass-with-water (she calls it a toilet), so we went to the bathing hutch.  All of a sudden, this loud, repeating kind of screechy-honky noise went off!  Mousie just sort of rolled her eyes and pondered aloud if someone had tried to blow up the Kemlab again.  (She says it's "Chem Lab"- short for "Chemistry Laboratory"- but how can a c and an h together make a k sound?  Duh, Mousie!)

Anyway, as she was washing her hands, this man burst into the women's bathing hutch with a big red-and-white cone that Mousie calls a "megaphone"!  Not only was that in itself extremely rude, but the megaphone was what was making the awful honking-goose-in-pain noise!  In a small, echoey bathing hutch, the squealing really hurt my little bunny ears.  We bunnies, after all, have ears that are far more sensitive than a human's.  He ordered us to the grass.  Mousie seemed a little peeved, but she can't eat grass to ease her tummy like I can, so it really isn't as useful for her to be ordered to a grass patch as it is for me.

We got there and there were policepeople telling everybody to get with their class.  Mousie really started getting annoyed and asked her friend Mike (also there early) that if they were early and didn't have a class, when they burned up in the "fire" that the policepeople would have to I.D. them with dental records.  All over it was really noisy and weird, and there were so many people pushing and shoving that I was afraid I was going to get knocked off Mousie's head!  And there were scary wasps in the trees that were really mad at all the racket- I was worried about getting stung in my little bunny buttocks, and clinging to Mousie for dear life!  Honestly, as intelligent and wise as we bunnies are, it is really rather hard for us to multitask.... We don't have a very large pawspan, you see.  So it was only natural for me to be getting a tad concerned at the moment, seeing as how the wasps were circling and people were jostling and megaphones were honking!  (Although I wasn't frightened, of course.)

When the honking finally died down, the policepeople said "all clear!" and everybody started filing out.  Mousie had to call Fen and have him come back with some things she'd accidentally left in the Car, so we wandered that way.  She was griping to him about how if there really was a fire, they'd herded us into a ring of buildings that could easily catch fire and trap us, and that there were evil wasps, and how the meeting point was directly on a fault line, and that there was no way that being on the grass was going to save us from anything at all!  I piped up at that and squeaked that that wasn't true- grass would save us from having empty bellies when we died.  Mousie giggled and hugged me, then kissed Fen goodbye and we went off to our Psychology class like nothing happened.

Mood:  caffeinated

Mousie has been really scattered lately.  She tells me it's because of these things called "Finals", and that Finals are the most horrific thing known to man outside of Hell and the Holocaust (though I must admit, as a bunny I'm not entirely sure what those things are, either).  Personally, I didn't quite get what the big deal was...  I went with her to the Final for her Art History class, and it didn't seem so bad....

All she had to do was look at a bunch of pretty pictures and then scribble something about them!  Then she had to write letters in this funny little section she called "multiple choice" and write some words in a section called "vocabulary".  It didn't take her very much time at all, so I'm not sure why she was having such an issue with it...  And I'm really not sure why she spent the last two weeks stressed and crying that she'd never make it and staring at all these little pictures in a book she called a "study guide".

I suppose it just goes to show that humans will never be as mature as we wise and proud bunnies!  We know better than to freak out over pages of paper, and we definitely know better than to create anything even remotely as stressing as Finals.