Here's a fun story my sister sent me about one of her mad schemes at college...

[a harvard moment]

I knew going to Harvard meant I'd be living and studying alongside some really brilliant people: kids who'd made scientific breakthroughs, soloed in Carnegie Hall, set Olympic records, that kind of thing. But Harvard students are people, too, which means we slip up and make stupid mistakes sometimes. "Harvard moments," I call them. Well, my roommates and I have had our share of Harvard moments, considering we've set off the dorm fire alarm three times. Now, I was only involved in the second time, and it wasn't even my fault!

Well...not entirely.

So what happened was that my roommate Limor was making a bag of popcorn. We weren't watching the time, so the popcorn got a little overcooked. Okay, burnt. Limor opened the microwave, wisps of smoke started floating out, and she just freaked. She was so scared of setting off the alarm again, she couldn't form complete sentences. Her exact words were, "Bag...hot...what...should...do?!" She grabbed the bag, ran across the room, flung the window open, and aimed the bag outside.

Of course, the fire alarm went off anyway. Lights were flashing, the noise was deafening, and the whole dorm was going to hate us. My heart raced. I thought back to what we did at home when the fire alarm went off accidentally. My mom would grab a potholder and fan the alarm itself. I seized my jacket off a chair and started fanning the alarm madly. "What are you doing?" Limor shouted above the noise. "Don't worry! We did this all the time at home!" I yelled back. Suddenly, the alarm stopped. I dropped the jacket, glowing with pride at my resourcefulness.

As I turned to high-five Limor, she ventured, "You do know that was the sprinkler, right?"'

[reminisce]

I remember we were doing poetry orals in English and I had oh so meticulously planned mine out. As such, I dressed up as your typical Ivy League Christian schoolboy dork hoping Mrs. Fry would notice and let me present that day. No such luck. After school while shopping, I ran into the Easter Bunny outside Toys R Us.

(on my way to Barnes & Noble when I spot a giant furry thing terrorizing young children and adults alike)
>Me: "Oh, hello. Are you hot, Easter Bunny?"
>E-Bunny: (nods frantically and fans herself with paw)
(random employee suddenly pops out of nowhere)
>Random Employee: "She has six more minutes for her shift. She's been working since 2 this afternoon."
(notes my obvious high school attire)
>Random Employee: "Maybe you'd like to volunteer to take her spot?"
(at this point, Random Employee and E-Bunny burst out laughing hysterically...judging by their looks, i'd say due to dehydration)
>Me: "I'll, uh, be sure to mention it to my friends."
>Random Employee: "Well, come back anytime to visit her. She's working 2-5 on weekday afternoons, and then starting 8 on Saturday. That's a 12 hour shift, isn't it?"
>E-Bunny: (nods with resignation, hangs head, droops ears, and mutters something that sounds dreadfully like a curse)
>Me: "Er...okay. Well, it was...nice meeting you."
(E-Bunny and I shake hands...well, my hand and her white, soft, furry paw...how annoyingly cute)

I swear I wasn't on something when that went down. Say no to drugs, kids.